This is my latest tattoo. I have been thinking about getting this tattoo for a while now, and I wasn't totally sure if I would get it or not. Obviously I've decided to go ahead with it. I've been going to visit Vancouver and Nanaimo over the last couple months almost every weekend, and on friday I was wandering around the Nanaimo downtown checking out the scenery, when I decided to possibly get a tattoo I'd been rolling around my mind for a while. I also wanted to get one in memory of the island, and the time spent hanging out with my best friend from highschool and his family. I love it here and once I head to Australia, I won't be back for a long time. It probably sounds a bit ridiculous, but that's ok with me, haha. I considered getting some tattoos in honor of my little brother on my hand, but I hadn't totally decide on how I wanted it to sit, and how it would look. While looking at my hands I was reminded of this tat, and I decided if the tattoo parlor I had seen earlier would take me as a walk in, I would get it done. The artist, in my opinion, did a really shabby job, but I was at peace with it being jaily before I went to get it, however I wouldn't have objected to some better effort. The guy who did it was going to go home when the other artist, who I assume was the owner, said he had to do it. I asked him if it was ok, and he said no problem. In hindsite, I should have walked out. When I asked him to let me sketch out how I wanted the font to look he didn't really support it and said "I think I'll be able to figure it out." I was pretty uncomfortable, but decided to stick to my guns and figured it couldn't be that bad if he'd been tattooing for 13 years. He also resisted when I asked him to center up the letters for the guide sketch... not the best experience I've ever had. For touch ups he wants to charge me $20, I won't go back, though I might write a letter to the shop. Here is the final result.
The story behind it is from a sermon I watched a while back by Rob Bell. The concept is that love wins any battle. It's on my fists as an ironic gesture, and a reminder to myself about my ego and fighting.
What is love?
Love suffers long and is kind; love does not envy; love does not parade itself, is not puffed up; does not behave rudely, does not seek its own, is not provoked, thinks no evil; does not rejoice in iniquity, but rejoices in the truth; bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things.
Love never fails. But whether there are prophecies, they will fail; whether there are tongues, they will cease; whether there is knowledge, it will vanish away.
These bible verses talk about the Greek agape love, which is attributed to the highest form of love. The love of God towards humans, and love between family members. It is said to be voluntary unconditional love. This is the love that my fist reps.
Although I'm pretty stoked on this tattoo, I still wish I would have spent a little more time thinking about it. I probably won't be getting any more on the fly tattoos. Ha.
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