During the many visits I have had over and around central Europe, I have come across many places of work which inspire the adventurer inside of me but never had I been so inspired by my chance visit inside that shop while sightseeing on foot across the wide city landscape. My initial reaction was that of pure delight and then of utter shyness when I mustered enough courage to ask if I could book an appointment to paint a tattoo on my skin the following week.
The attendee was very generous and kind and instantly made me feel at ease, she showed me the works done by different artists in their shop and I struggled with keeping my gaping mouth shut at the sense of awe which engulfed me at witnessing the remarkable detail all these artists were capable of capturing on a surface as tricky as the human skin. Moving, quivering, slick and bleeding, it is as hard a surface to mark as a moving train.
Unknown to many of my friends, I had always dreamed of having a tattoo and had only been recently harboring an idea of a representation of the timeline of my life. The tattoo was going to be my first and I was determined to get it here.