Were ink to ever crash into and sear my flesh, I would reference some of these designs and styles; t
Were ink to ever crash into and sear my flesh, I would reference some of these designs and styles; they wade directly into my comfort zone or the very edge of it.The hurdle that keeps me from “branding” myself with mark and label is not fear nor pride; it is self-knowledge. When I like something, for example, a style of art or music, I set out to explore both the extent of diversity and limits. How much has Yo-Yo Ma played traditional Appalachian music; how many albums, ensembled with whom and is there a recording? He also experimented with contemporary bluegrass and folk—when, with whom? I want to know and hear every bit of it. The following week Jean Pierre Rampal is my muse, seeking to hear every jazz guitar or cello or flute suite he paired with his remarkable violin.Yo-Yo Ma is an example to say, more simply, I obsess and perseverate on things that stimulate and arouse my curiosity, and feed my creative impulses. I would likely obsess and collect ink on my skin the same way…not realizing it is time to stop.There can never be too much art or music or performance, photography, sex or wordery, in my opinion. I want to swim in all of it, filled to the brim of my soul. Let it change me—from the inside. Changing the outside takes greater commitment than I am able to make without abandoning what is familiar or safe when I look in the mirror. I only cut my hair twice a year for the same reason.For now. -- source link