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SaSarah
Sarah
"To Write Love On Her Arms" An orginization that helps prevention of suicide. A tattoo i got when i stopped self cutting. As a reminder of what ive been theough and what i can overcome.

"To Write Love On Her Arms" An orginization that helps prevention of suicide. A tattoo i got when i stopped self cutting. As a reminder of what ive been theough and what i can overcome.

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A little reminder word that helps ease my client when anxiety hitsBrian contacted me and gave me an idea and said do something.  I domt do a whole lot of color, but when I do I truly love it.Painting on different stuffs is fun and challenging, I enojoyed so much. This is what i mean of “Play”No gods no mastersFirstly I can say that I absolutely give a f*ck about what you think about my tattoos. When I started to do them, I followed trends and popular aesthetics, added tribals, etc. I hate this part of tattooing when u have to communicate with a client like it's some kind of service industry. "I would like to tattoo a dick, but only pinkish and remove these hairs on the eggs, because it looks more like a cat." I just can’t learn how to say no, usually make some attempts to find a compromise, and then customer telling me goodbye because I'm not a professional. And I'm not a professional. I do this because from childhood I was fond of art, went to art history courses at the Pushkin state Museum in Moscow, then discovered a tattoo, went to tattooer firstly on 16th birthday after earnings money as a waitress, followed a lot of masters, many of whom made me tattoo at the beginning of their career, when I understood that in future they will become stars. And I always looked atA skate deck I that I painted a while back
“I went on a 14 day silent retreat and it was probably the hardest thing I’ve ever done.Towards the end of the two weeks I had what I think I can only describe as an out of body experience during the 4am session. I felt an overwhelming bubble of sadness and guilt literally rise within me but it wasn’t mine I was just experiencing it for someone else, I opened my eyes in floods of soundless tears that also felt not mine.I forgave my mum there and then, and it felt natural that I would stand by her no matter what, no more distancing myself, no more pushing her to get help, I would just be there unconditionally.When I left and came back home my mum told me she had something to tell me. She’d woken up really early in the morning (around 4am) and she said it was then clear what she had to do and why she had to do it.I believe I felt what my mum was feeling. I still don’t know what my mum actually felt that morning but it gave her the power and motivation to change her life.”Really proud of the level of detail yet smoothness i managed to reach with the wrinkles. A little better everyday. What an amazing occupationI know what I want. -lettering Remember when Mitchell saved that bird when we loved in Tulsa? For those who don't. There was a bird who got his head stuck in between two pieces of wood at the top of our apt complex. I called Mitchell crying because I heard him trying to get free and I couldn't save it. Mitchell comes home after a 12 hr shift, goes to the apt upstairs, climbed up on their balcony and freed him. At that point it had given up all hope and was just prepared to die. Well Mitchell gave it a whole new meaning for me the other night when I was having a break down. Saying I was that little bird always getting its hopes up when we go see a new doctor about my pain, which again, two weeks ago, was a let down. And it was him who saved that bird and its him who saves me everytime I give up hope. Who, when ever time I stop trying and just prepare to accept a life of pain, he comes by and saves me, the clock represents how he's saved me time and time again over many years.... This is for him... My savior. #dreamtattoo There was a bird who got his head stuck in between two pieces of wood at the top of our apt complex. I called Mitchell(my husband) crying because I heard him trying to get free and I couldn't save it. Mitchell comes home after a 12 hr shift, goes to the apt upstairs, climbed up on their balcony and freed him. At that point it had given up all hope and was just prepared to die. Well Mitchell gave it a whole new meaning for me the other night when I was having a break down. Saying I was that little bird always getting its hopes up when we go see a new doctor about my pain, which again, two weeks ago, was a let down. And it was him who saved that bird and its him who saves me everytime I give up hope. Who, when ever time I stop trying and just prepare to accept a life of pain, he comes by and saves me, the clock represents how he's saved me time and time again over many years.... This is for him... My savior. #dreamtattoo I did this portrait of #JackSparrow a couple of weeks ago over 2 days. What a fun project.#pirateship #PiratesoftheCaribbean #realistic #realism A reminder to myself that no matter what I go through I will be ok #illbeok