Black and grey portrait of my Grandad on the inside of my left bicep. done by Michael Rose at Michael Rose Visual Art, Potters Bar, UK.
My first big tattoo, and totally worth every penny and every second of pain! Let’s just say it didn’t just tickle… haha. So yeah basically, this is my Grandad sporting a pretty impressive beard! I chose to get him tattooed on me because he was a pretty awesome guy, and I wish I got to know him, and quite frankly his beard is rad which is reason enough.
The artist did an amazing job and I totally love it. So proud to have this piece of art on my body, can’t wait to show it off! It’s the start of my sleeve based on my Icelandic heritage, so many more tattoos to come!
my firts tattoo :)
My friend who is 42 now, met MJ in the Philippines at age 14 when the Jackson family came over her grandfathers estate for dinner. She was small and wasn’t allowed to go outside due to health concerns. She told me that MJ spent his entire time playing with her and made her feel so special that she even named both her kids after him years later. Michael and Michelle. She cried so much because everyone can tell his love is sincere and we lost a true soul amongst slanderous devils.