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Rose skull tattoos are traditional tattooing, what would tattoo art be with out the most famous skull tattoo, if you ask males that have tattoo’s you will see that in fact 80% will have the common, or one of the most popular skull tattoo, it’s not just a man thing either it is becoming more in demand for women wanting a skull tattoo, this is were the red rose becomes part of the picture and were the rose skull tattoo becomes one of the most tattoo design that women are starting to ask for.

This is honestly nothing really knew they have always been much admired and will continue to be. In fact Rose Tattoos are more popular than any other flower that is used in tattooing. Yes it is more popular then the Hibiscus tattoos, Daisy Tattoos and even the lotus flower tattoos it’s not surprising that skulls and roses are being joined to make a wicked rose skull tattoo design, one in fact is both worn by women and men

You might yourself may have contemplated getting a rose tattoo design.Yes Rose skull tattoos are extremely popular but because of trend, some do shy away from them as they fear that the design is becoming more of a “cookie cutter” tattoo and seen on every tom , dick and harry.

However that is about the furthest thing from the truth, if you take a really nice skull design and pick a bright red or scarlet rose tattoo, and get the tattooist to make an original design so you don’t have to have a generic rose skull tattoo, and if your tattooist is any sort of artist he or she will be able to come up with a fantastic design that you could die for.

Rose skull tattoos have such an extensive history in the west that it is hard to separate out one meaning any longer. They have always played a very central and significant role both religiously and secularly in Western history. Just take for example that fact that roses were the primary flower in most monetary gardens and you will see the significance.

Rose skull tattoos have been used as middle and powerful symbol in so many different ways the possibilities and symbolism behind them is huge.

The possibilities and limitless and there are a lot of original tattoos to still be tattooed on someone. So don’t get stuck thinking their over done or no longer original. If you really want a Rose skull tattoos then take the time to discover your own combination and link it is with something else. Use the thoughts above as a platform or jumping board and then be creative.

Rose skull tattoos, especially red roses, have always been closely associated with love and of course passion and the tattoo artists of today have been exploit these associations to their fullest. The newfound focus of the youth on all things connected to spiritual communion and physical passion between lovers is very evident through the plethora of rose tattoo designs out there.

Click or visit this www.mystic-tattoo-art.com for more information on tattoo

rose tattoos, rose skull tattoos, skull tattoo, rose tattoo, skull tattoo design

Rose skull tattoos are traditional tattooing, what would tattoo art be with out the most famous skull tattoo, if you ask males that have tattoo’s you will see that in fact 80% will have the common, or one of the most popular skull tattoo, it’s not just a man thing either it is becoming more in demand for women wanting a skull tattoo, this is were the red rose becomes part of the picture and were the rose skull tattoo becomes one of the most tattoo design that women are starting to ask for.

This is honestly nothing really knew they have always been much admired and will continue to be. In fact Rose Tattoos are more popular than any other flower that is used in tattooing. Yes it is more popular then the Hibiscus tattoos, Daisy Tattoos and even the lotus flower tattoos it’s not surprising that skulls and roses are being joined to make a wicked rose skull tattoo design, one in fact is both worn by women and men

You might yourself may have contemplated getting a rose tattoo design.Yes Rose skull tattoos are extremely popular but because of trend, some do shy away from them as they fear that the design is becoming more of a “cookie cutter” tattoo and seen on every tom , dick and harry.

However that is about the furthest thing from the truth, if you take a really nice skull design and pick a bright red or scarlet rose tattoo, and get the tattooist to make an original design so you don’t have to have a generic rose skull tattoo, and if your tattooist is any sort of artist he or she will be able to come up with a fantastic design that you could die for.

Rose skull tattoos have such an extensive history in the west that it is hard to separate out one meaning any longer. They have always played a very central and significant role both religiously and secularly in Western history. Just take for example that fact that roses were the primary flower in most monetary gardens and you will see the significance.

Rose skull tattoos have been used as middle and powerful symbol in so many different ways the possibilities and symbolism behind them is huge.

The possibilities and limitless and there are a lot of original tattoos to still be tattooed on someone. So don’t get stuck thinking their over done or no longer original. If you really want a Rose skull tattoos then take the time to discover your own combination and link it is with something else. Use the thoughts above as a platform or jumping board and then be creative.

Rose skull tattoos, especially red roses, have always been closely associated with love and of course passion and the tattoo artists of today have been exploit these associations to their fullest. The newfound focus of the youth on all things connected to spiritual communion and physical passion between lovers is very evident through the plethora of rose tattoo designs out there.

Click or visit this www.mystic-tattoo-art.com for more information on tattoo

So the other day while having a coffee with the lady at Blackbird, I ran into my friends Lauren and Amanda.  Lauren expressed an interest in getting some gaps filled on her arm to bump up what was already about 80% covered to about 95%.  We kicked around ideas and since I wasn’t doing anything we just decided to meet back up in a few hours and do it then.  Lauren is a really awesome kid, and apparently some kind of superstar DJ, I dunno much about the club scene but she seems to  spend most of her time jetsetting all over the place which seems like a lot of fun!  I’d done a few silly jokey tattoos on her before but it was nice to do something substantial this time.  She opted for a girlhead from my flash for an empty spot on the inside of her arm, and a rose to fill some space off the side of her ditch on the same arm.  It was a decent amount to do all in one session not to mention those being two of the most painful spots on the arms.  Regardless, she sat like a true champion we had a lot of fun and she even considered getting a THIRD but reconsidered at the last-minute!  Probably a good thing for her arm, not to mention my lower back.  Here is what we ended up doing:

Ouch.

Ouchier.

In other news I start that other shop on Bleecker street in the city next week I’ll post info when my days are finalized, should be an adventure if nothing else!  Also my birthday is coming up soon, December 7th I’ll be 32 years old!  One foot in the grave!  Can’t believe it, when did I get so OLD!!??

Tattoos are for me an expression of art, life and to me my body is a canvas awaiting the marks of life.

So far I only have two, I am very selective about where and when I have them – they must mean something and be something I will want to look at every day for the rest of my life.

My first foray into the art of inking is my fairy on my lower back, yes I know the ‘tramp stamp’, but I love my fairy and she is so beautifully done I really don’t think she can be put into the tramp category.

I was 18 when I got her, with my mom.  I had just finished school and had been begging my mom for a tattoo for ages. We went on holiday together to Umhlanga, a wonderful girls holiday, my mom and I often had those, and we had the best fun ever.  Cocktails at 10am on the Beverly Hills balcony, looking for hermit crabs on the beach, just plain old fun.

So when we were walking back from the beach one day and I spied a grungy tattoo parlour imagine my surprise when my mother agreed to go in and have a look…

The tattoo artist, Mullet, just happened to have opened that day (true to Durban beach bum style he hardly ever works) and after he charmed my mother and me, my mom said I could go ahead and choose one.

That lead to 2 1/2 hours of pain and funny faces and gritting of teeth, but I finally had my tattoo!

And no regrets.  Whenever I look at it I see my mom, at her happiest and remember all the good times we had.

So of course my second tattoo was for my mom. I have always loved tattoos on the wrist, so I planned a rose design with my mom’s initials intertwined.

I have so far only managed the initials, due to monetary constraints (I can never choose cheap hobbies) but the time has come to finish it off!

This is the basic idea of the design, but the roses have to be red, and not so much colour, more shading…

And done in a romantic, drawing style.  Yes I know a lot to ask, but I think I have found the place in JHB to do it – Jaded Ink.  Have seen a few people’s tats from there and they are really good.

I think I will be going past this weekend to book my session – eeek!

But I have plans for two more tattoos as well – a rosary on my ankle (for my mom again) Nicole Richie style, and Japanese water lilies on my side and hip.

here are a bunch of new tattoos and other photos…i have been so busy i have not had time to post till now. thank you enjoy.

Franzi´s Fashion Mix - Shot and Model Franzi Osterham – Photographer in SL – Photoalbum in Flickr!

Style Card:

• Outfit/Dress: Mondira/Viviane Fashion – Black Magic incl. Jewelry, Gloves, Socks
• Skin: REDGRAVE – Tan Skin Leticia2 – oldrose
• Haare/Hair: Exile - Fiona charcoal new
• Tattoo: niciARTLINE – Girl Tattoo Rose
• Schuhe/Shoes: Tesla – Natasha Heels black

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Sexy “Pink Panther” ist das neue echt tolle Gruppenfreebie von YESSS für Euch! Und es ist ganz einfach zu bekommen! Am besten direkt das Taxi zum Laden nehmen, rein in die Gruppe (falls Ihr noch nicht drin seid) und das tolle Groupgift mitnehmen!

Style Card:

• Outfit: YESSS Designs – Pink Panther incl. Belt, Legwarmer, Fur Jacket – Groupgift free
• Skin: REDGRAVE – Tan Skin Leticia2 – lilac
• Haare/Hair: *IA* Magic Hair – no. 6
• Tattoo: niciARTLINE – Girl Tattoo Rose NEW

“You brought another one home last night.”

It wasn’t a question, but it wasn’t quite accusatory, either. It was more… disappointed. Though what she had to be disappointed about, I couldn’t fathom.

“Whose house is it?” I reminded her. Stephanie huffed, stood up on tip-toes to reach the biscuit tin at the back of the worktop. Stirred her coffee, chucked the spoon in the sink with a plop, and took cup and biscuit tin to the chair by the open fire. I wasn’t offered a biscuit as three disappeared in rapid succession. “Don’t spoil your dinner.”

She huffed again, and I sat down opposite her, staring down at her bare feet. Little patches of condensation formed around her toes on the cold floor tiles, but she didn’t notice. Her feet just swung and rolled in abstract twists and turns over and over, spreading the condensation, and eventually warming a little area of floor. Her long, pale legs stretched out in front of her as she settled back in the arm chair and scoffed a few more biscuits. Then she looked up at me, and I found myself falling into those big blue eyes of hers again.

“Aren’t I allowed a little bit of pleasure in my life?” I asked. She sniffed, licked a crumb from her lip and crunched another biscuit.

“Courf not,” she mumbled. “Yoof got me. What elfe could you poffibly want?” Then she swallowed and grinned at me. It was far from comforting.

She put the biscuit tin down, and then drank her coffee in silence. I sipped mine. I had to ask, but I daren’t. I already knew what the answer would be, but I had to ask. This was the game we played, every time I brought a new woman home. Stephanie would act all disappointed and aloof. I would be all pained and supplicatory. We would dance round the subject, sometimes taking ages over it. Finally I would find out what I wanted to know, and then almost immediately wish that I didn’t know.

“Where is she?”

“Upstairs, I think I heard her in the bathroom on the second floor.”

This is a big house, and though there’s just the two of us now, we used to rent out rooms for lodgers. Help with the upkeep. Too many questions got asked though, so we stopped. But the upper floor of the house was still set aside for guests, with its own bathroom. Stephanie used the the whole top floor to play on, sometimes. It was her domain. I rarely ventured up there anymore. Unless I had to. I would have to, later this morning.

I looked out of the kitchen window, at the icy morning. The ground will be hard, it’s going to be tough to dig in this. But I have my work to do, and there is that lovely little plot down at the bottom of the garden. Just beside the roses. Blood red, they will bloom. Beautiful flowers. And then there’s my collection, of course. Up in my room, all along one wall. Rose after rose after rose after rose…

A log explodes on the fire, twisting and turning. A handful of sparks strays out, landing on Stephanie’s leg. She peers down at them as they sizzle and burn into her skin, not even bothering to wipe them off. They are gone in a few seconds. Stephanie doesn’t even whimper.

“You really ought to go find her, y’know,” she says at last. I nod.

It was a good night, last night. The gig was busy, so full there was barely room to squash together below the stage. And when the circle pit opened up, elbows and ankles became forfeit to the swirl of bodies crashing into each other. Young men with bare chests shoulder charged each other. Long hair whirled and flicked. At one point, a drunken boy with sharp studs on his wristlet caught my back, really dug in. The scratches were still there when I got home.

I first saw her between the early bands, while a roadie desperately ran to and fro on the stage trying to sound check a guitar that just wouldn’t cooperate. I found her at the bar, smiled and said hello. It was easy to talk to her, she was open for it, you could tell. We were back in the pit together soon after for the main band. At first she just stood next to me, her black hair throbbing with the beat, sweat pouring down her face and her back, soaking her vest-top. She was a goth, and more than once her boots stomped on my toes and caused me to grimace. But whenever she looked at me, I was smiling at her, I made sure of that. When someone behind us pushed us forward, and a pit thrummed into life, her hand slipped into mine, and we were still holding hands nearly an hour later when the band left the stage.

We almost ran outside, and leant against the wall as she locked her lips on mine. I held her tightly, and we shuffled off to the station. She came so willingly. I remember throwing her cargo pants on the floor beside my bed, I remember writhing on top of her. She was wild, the best I’ve had in a long time. And she slept so sweetly afterward, curled up on my chest, breathing softly against my skin. I could have stayed like that forever.

But no such luck. Not with Stephanie around.

I ease myself up from my chair slowly, drain my cup, and place it next to the sink. Stephanie springs from her own chair, far too eager and excited. She slams her cup down, and then is racing ahead of me to the stairs, her tiny legs carrying her far quicker than I can walk. She seems to sprint, dart, almost. When she runs, it is too much for me to be able to watch her, so quick is she that my eyes cannot focus on her spindly body. A blur, a smudge on the world, blonde hair trailing behind her pale frame. Always a little flash of red at the lips. Those blue eyes.

Stephanie forces herself to climb the stairs slowly, so I can keep up with her. When I reach the landing, she is like the child she appears to be, hustling and spinning around, jabbering on at me with wide eyes and an even wider smile. I see her white, perfect teeth glint in the light.

“I know where you can put the next rose, right on the end of the top row, to the right,” she gushes. “There’s that little space just at the end, and I’m sure it will look absolutely gorgeous there…”

I zone her out as I climb to the last landing, then step towards the bathroom. The door is shut, and I pause with my hand on the door knob. As an afterthought, I knock twice, short and sharp. There is no response, and behind me, Stephanie giggles expectantly.

I open the door.

There she is, lying naked in the bathtub. Her black hair is still damp and matted, just like last night. Her breasts are smooth and round and pert. She is perfect. She is perfect.

“Is my shovel in the shed still?” I ask numbly as I kneel down next to the tub and start to roll up my sleeves.

“Right where we left it,” Stephanie whispers. Her warm body presses up against mine, and I realise she is naked too, just like the girl in the bath. I look down at her, and she bobs her head. “Don’t want to ruin my favourite dress!”

“It’s cold outside.”

“I’ll be fine, you know that,” and she cuddles my arm to her chest in that way that little girls do. I stroke her shoulder, disentangle my arm.

“How soon…?” but my question is answered as the girl in the bath begins to breathe a little quicker. “Just time, then.”

Stephanie hands me my pocket knife from my back pocket, and I reach down. My knee brushes the little cloth on the floor, and the tang of the chloroform hits the back of my throat. I grunt, and Stephanie scoops up the cloth, dropping it in the bin, closing the lid firmly. I reach down with both hands, place them firmly on the girl’s body, and slowly, carefully, etch around the tattoo on her abdomen. It’s low, but not low enough to be hidden by her hipsters when I saw her last night. That’s how I noticed her.

I cut in, and the girl begins to rouse. A few more strokes, a little flick of the wrist, and the skin comes away in one piece. She is perfect.

Finally, she drags herself awake, the chloroform worn off by the pain. Her eyes open, and the first thing she sees is a piece of her own flesh in my hands, dripping warm blood down on to her naked body. She screams, but Stephanie is there already, her small hands and nimble fingers clamping down over the girl’s mouth with astonishing strength. Then Stephanie leans in, her lips caress the girl’s throat, and she bites down hard.

I leave her to it, get up and stumble back to my room. The piece of skin in my hands is beginning to dry, I must be quick.

A piece of board is ready, and a sheet of glass cut to just the right size. I stretch the skin out, a few tiny pins in the right places. Then the glass, and the masterpiece is complete. Even a small rivulet of blood looks like a continuation of the stem. I reach up to the top shelf, to the far right where Stephanie said, and I hear her come in beside me and hug my waist in satisfaction.

“Had enough for now?”

She nods, and I look down at her. Good job she took her dress off, she is covered in blood from chin to crotch to ankles.

“Well, let’s get you cleaned up first. She’s not going anywhere.”

Stephanie detaches herself from my side, and we go to back to the bathroom where I sponge her down from the sink. The white tiles run red, then pink, as we clean her up. Finally, she slips her dress back over her head, ties it off, and leads me by the hand back to my room. We sit down on the edge of the bed, Stephanie resting her head on my shoulder.

“I think that is the most beautiful in my collection,” I tell her.

“Well, it is your birthday,” she whispers. “Perfect rose for your birthday!”

We gaze up at the rose, tattooed so delicately on the girl’s skin. Intricately detailed, several shades of deep crimson to show the light and depth. A true work of art. A fine addition to the collection. I think I have every colour of rose imaginable, now. But especially red roses. I like red roses.

“Why do you still think you need anyone but me, hmmm?” Stephanie asks. I shrug.

“I don’t even know what her name was.”

I get up, and head to the door. Stephanie lets herself flop down on my bed, her head on a strange angle, still staring at the rose.

“Lily,” she says suddenly. “Her name was Lily.”

I nod, and hold out my hand. Together we go to bury the body, beside the rose bush in the garden. Stephanie strips off her dress again, and will no doubt be covered in mud by the time we are finished. She never feels the cold.

Franzi´s Fashion Mix - Shot and Model Franzi Osterham – Photographer in SL – Photoalbum in Flickr!

Style Card:

• Outfit: MyFashion – Catsuit Wendy blue, red, green Denim (6 Colors available), incl. Belt
• Schuhe/Shoes: $treet Diva$ – Marlon Stilettos Black
• Skin: *YS&YS* – Sharon Special Opening Group Gift
• Haare/Hair: Rosy Mood – Honor black
• Tattoo: niciARTLINE – Girl Tattoo Rose NEW
• Schmuck/Jewelry: Vincenca Rosca Finest Jewellery – Medallion Autumn Set Boxed, drop your own picture, mit Menu NEW

… I almost always wind up with the best clients. The nice, easy going types who appreciate what I do and let me give them a good tattoo. They come in with an idea but are open to suggestions, and to top it all off, I genuinely like most of them! How did I get so lucky? I’m almost afraid that by saying it out loud, I’ll jinx it!

I did this tattoo on the lovely and talented Emily McCombs: a great example of a perfect client. Check out some of her musings at asylum and lemondrop

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Franzi´s Fashion Mix - Shot and Model Franzi Osterham – Photographer in SL – Photoalbum in Flickr!

Heisse Neuigkeiten von Rattenscharf – “Passion“ – ein heisses Minikleid mit Spitzeneinsatz – bekommt Ihr in black, red und yellow!

Style Card:

• Outfit: *Rattenscharf* – Passion, inkl. String – black  NEW
• Skin: REDGRAVE – Tan Skin Leticia2 – lilac
• Haare/Hair: creatives ! – girly black  NEW
• Tattoo: niciARTLINE – Immerschoen Girl Tattoo Rose NEW
• Stiefel/Boots: *Rattenscharf* – Star Overknees – black
• Kette/Necklace: Vincenca Rosca Finest Jewellery – Lost Heart Necklace, mit Menu
• Strümpfe/Stockings: Immerschoen – Stockings Lacey BigNet
• Piercing: ::::IrEn:::: Anklet with Straz – black  NEW

Und hier möchte ich Euch noch einige Fotos vom Rattenscharf-Mainstore zeigen:

One of my friends has the coolest grandad in the world, so he wanted to dedicate a tattoo to him.

Healed photo of the floral half-sleeve i’ve been working on!!!  We might still add a background, maybe, maybe not…

floral half-sleeve tattoo healed - ink by Velle Gosselin @ Heartworx Studio, Thunder Bay

As an artist, I figured I could design a tattoo fairly easily.  How hard could it be?  Turns out, I’m an idiot.  I sketched up this little sun, had it put on my arm and for about 3 years now I have spent time wishing I would have done things differently.  Tattoo artists have a very complex understanding of the nature of skin.  It stretches and moves, did ya know that?!  They also understand placement based on the muscles of your relaxed and active body.  Lastly, I have found they have an understanding of how much skin to cover, and how much to expose.  These are all very critical points in the tattoo scheme.

Here is my original tattoo…

Note the ovality of the center, this is one of the things I was unhappy about from the start.  Due to the placement of the stencil, the sun looks distorted almost any position my arm was in.  Also, as my most visible tattoo, I wanted something more bold and awesome.

I landed at 1928 on NE Alberta by 29th street.  Shauna is awesome!  She helped figured out how to cover the sun while incorporating my ideas to make a memorable tattoo that I would be proud to display.

First sitting was all the line work, and the cover up.  The cover up actually proved to be some of the most painful tattoo I’ve had.  Mostly because of the nerve it runs over, but also due to the multiple shades of red, black and white used to give the rose it’s depth.

The second sitting, a week later – finished up all the color.  One more shot to go in for touch ups, but this tattoo is already stunning, I love it!!

* A special thanks to my wife Kim, for holding my hand through the painful parts, and documenting my adventure.  See her take on this episode at NE Portland Findings.

Been working on a new floral half-sleeve, with lotus, tigerlilies, & roses.  This is the third session, added the color in the tigerlily flower.  Custom design by Velle @ HeartworX in Thunder Bay.

floral half-sleeve progress, tigerlily color added

Get Ready To Rock with Hereward Radio, as the mighty Saxon team up with Excalibur for five pounds worth of Friday night fun in Peterborough.

Who’d have thought that nineteen years down the line, that Saxon would be back playing proper sized, packed out venues, eh? It didn’t look like it down Peterborough way in 1990. I was there, by the way, as in them days you could get on the sleeper back up to Embra about half past midnight in Peterborough, chug along for twenty minutes, then stop in a siding in Watford for about three hours.

I was very, very drunk, and may have done my bit to live down to the internationtal stereotypical Scotchman. Saxon didn’t seem very happy either, as they bludgeoned their way through a half heartet set to a half empty room of pissed nonces. I’m glad they’ve dragged themselves back up the ladder, as they were the first heavy metal band I ever saw, supporting Motorhead at the Edinburgh Odeon in nineteen mumblety mumble. And they still rocked a couple of months ago at the ABC in Glasgow, despite Doro making a brave effort to steal their heavy metal thunder.

Enjoy.

MP3 one – Live To Rock
MP3 two – Stallions Of the Highway

And my favourite ever Saxon track

MP3 three – Mr Hs favourite ever Saxon track

There are a gazillion best of albums, but this is a triple album for under a fiver. Buy it here.

Here’s Saxon with Lemmy (Motorhead), Angry Anderson (Rose Tattoo) and Andi Deris from Helloween.

This was originally meant to be about half the size, but on the day we decides to make it a lot bigger.

I love old school style tattoos

…….I have a tattoo blog! Welcome to the 90’s Virginia!

Tats, tats, tats….

On Frankie P.

Gowanus again.

this rose was done yesterday on my good friend RYAN, it was a gross rainy day as it has been for the past several days. i didn’t remember to order needles so we used what i have an over abundance of….small needles. i think the thin outline works rather well, gives it a bit of a different feel, i also instituted a little grey as opposed to grey wash ….i suppose i was feeling wild (hahaha). 

on another note i have been thinking alot lately and do believe that anyone of our forefathers having seen the future would have just let the world burn to ash. i am not old , but i look around at the lack of manners that people have and i just can not believe it. i doubt many of the warriors who fought in the civil war would be proud of some cell phone addicted, nylon wearing ,reality show watching american living in an apartment complex , most likely over or near a place of battle , i would assume that they all are rolling over in their graves, and oh god i don’ t even want to think about the other wars fought on behalf of america, as it was all in vain. look around and if you do not feel disgusted in this plastic world of bull shit then maybe you are part of the down fall and should take care of yourself for the sake of others. i guess what i am getting at is that life is too important to dress and act like a slob. sorry for the rant….i am 100 years old i guess.

Starting out with the outline.

Close up of the outline.

Mark shading in.

Black shading finished.

Grey and white added.

Finished product by Mark Gonzales.