I got an awesome tattoo over the weekend.
After the passing of Martin Ain during the unbelievably awful winter I had, I remembered how much I absolutely love Celtic Frost, Hellhammer, and Triptykon. I always adored the symbol on the cover of Morbid Tales (credited to Urs Sprenger), which is a staple of any black metal music library.
I don’t want to get too crazy with symbols, but I really love them. All of the artwork I currently have needled into my skin is a symbol of some sort.
I decided to get this on my leg. I love how it turned out. I let the artist suggest how to color and shade the artwork (compared to the shark contrast of black and red, like on the original cover), and I’m glad I went with her suggestions.
I’m surprised how much it hurt. It wasn’t intolerable by any means, but I thought the calf area would be padded enough to dull the sensation a little. It wasn’t.
I’m a late bloomer, having had my first tattoo just last winter, at age 29, but I don’t care anymore. At least I don’t have any stupid ones!