The Other Side Of The World...

I got my first tattoo about two years ago. To tell the truth, I got two tattoos. They are on the back of my shoulders, a dragon on the left and a phoenix on the right. 

When I was a child, I remember distinctly telling my parents that I would never get a tattoo. Of course that is only one of few childhood oaths that I eventually went back on, but how could I have known where I would end up in life? Many people have asked me what led me to this decision, and the truth is that a tattoo artist became a very good friend of mine and in order that I should not forget his friendship, I asked him to draw a couple of tattoos for me. What made the friendship special is that he was one of my first great friends in China, and though his English was not very good and my Chinese was awful, we managed to connect in a lot of meaningful ways. After a lot of very confusing conversations, we eventually decided on somewhat tribal design for each tat, and I really think they came out beautiful. 

I've since moved to another city, still in China, and we haven't had much time to talk, but the next time I see him, I'm planning on asking him to design a Buddha's head to go between and beneath the two tat's he drew for me earlier, in honor of the new city where I've been living (it has one of the largest Buddhas in the world). So I guess my tat's are a way for me to commemorate my experiences and the places that have helped make me who I am. I don't think that I made the wrong decision, though I still choose not to tell my family about them. It's not that I'm ashamed, I just don't want to give them more things to worry about, especially something that they really don't need to worry about at all.
gaelfx gaelfx
Jul 9, 2010