Or rather, the death of one.
Because that's what everybody REALLY mourns when a baby dies, isn't it? Not so much what they were as what they could have been.
More Illustration Friday submissions here. But of course... if that's how you got here in the first place, maybe you'd rather check out my comics. No dead babies there, I promise.
You know what world's stupidest reaction to a tattoo is? I mean, just the dumbest thing you can ask?
"Oh My God, what's that going to look like in fifty years?"
It'll probably still look like a tattoo, genius. And instead of being old and wrinkled and gray, the person will be old and wrinkled and gray... with a tattoo.
Woah. Gasp.
Good tattoos are practically diaries. Each picture has a story, and each story is a reflection of the person who tells it. A person with lots is like an open book, an autobiography, but written in a language you might not automatically recognize.
Being extensively tattooed must mean you remember something special every time you catch a a glimpse of yourself from an odd angle in the mirror.
See the rest of this Friday's illustrations here.
My meager, slapdash contribution to Jamie's spontaneous "88 Lines About 44 Women" jam.
Still a few ladies left, folks. Want in? Claim yours now.
In short supply these days, I've found. Or maybe we should just be grateful for what we've learned and hope we don't need another lesson.
See the rest of this week's entries here.
