I am sitting at the bus stop after my next-to-last tattoo session. I’m still shaking a little; today was the first session of the UV ink, and it ended with Alexis doing some seriously solid work on the leading edge of the wing, and the claws at the tips of each rib. This was revisiting some of the most surprisingly hurty places of the whole piece, with the added bonus of not being able to really see how much ink was being laid down without lots of fossicking about turning off the shop’s lights and using the UV lamp, and erring on the side of caution.
It was totally worth it, though. My right wing now glows under ultraviolet light. I was able to schedule my next appointment for this coming Saturday, thanks to some holiday drop-outs. And then this tattoo will be, at long last, finished.
It took about a year and a half, a modicum of pain, and more money than I care to count up. Dragon wings cost dragon money, I guess.
I hadn’t been tipping for most of the process, so I gave Alexis a thousand dollar tip today. She’s pretty sure it’s the biggest one she’s ever gotten. I urged her to use it to take some time off and do some art for herself, a desire that’s been a recurring theme in our conversations as she worked on me.
And now I’m going to go home, plop myself down in the living room, and eat a little too much delivery pizza. I have some healing to do.
I wonder if I can throw together some sort of head-mounted halo of UV LEDs before Further Confusion. Probably not, not if I’m gonna get art off to the printer for that as well.