"You will never be able to get rid of it again!" The way they look at me. It's like I just slipped through wet cement. She can't do that. Something that will never go away again!
Admittedly, tattoos aren't for people who are unable make radical decisions. And they are also nothing for people who make stupid decisions too fast and then have Elvis' face stuck on their ass.
Tattoos are like lentil soup. You can like them or not.
I have always found them great and drew my first draft at the age of 14. It was an electric guitar in flames. In Germany you can only get a tattoo from the age of 18 (without permission of the parents). I waited until I was 19. Just because. I wanted to be sure. Then - after 5 years of reflection - I finally got the electric guitar in flames in autumn 2010. Which today - in spring 2019 - I still totally love. In the meantime, ten more motifs have been added. They're all telling a story about me. My life, my travels, my personality, my values. They are not only art and expression, but also memory, warning and encouragement - against fears, death, for dreams and as a book that is only finished when I am finished.
Everyone who knows me a little bit better, knows that it had always been my life's dream to travel once across the entire USA for several months. Actually, since I was six years old.
Then I saw people throwing their dreams away, forgetting about them and burying them. Getting old. Regretting. Too late. So I decided to make my life's dream so irretrievable that I would never forget to make it come true. As a tattoo.
Of course, everyday life sets certain rules. Money, health, jobs, distances, time. So I decided to let my childhood dream look like you peek through a keyhole. As something that cannot constantly be present in everyday life, but that bubbles beneath the surface and sends out rays in a warning manner - that's the reason why the sun extends beyond the edge of the keyhole. I also added a road - of course not any road, but the Route 66 - which stands for the way into the big unknown.
"Have you ever been to the USA?" I'm asked a couple of times about the tattoo years before I even got on a plane.
"No, but you're looking at my to-do list right now," I answer seriously and get the yes-for-sure-glance.
Yes, for sure - I did it in 2017! Just like I always wanted to. Now the tattoo has changed from a reminder to live my dream to a reminder of one of the gretest things I ever did in my life. When I look at my arm now, I know: I just did it. I lived my dream.
Since then my entire right arm has fallen under the motto of "traveling". I'm honest: I'm sometimes a little manic and I don't like chaos with tattoos. I don't like meaningless stars, tribals, turds and things that don't fit together thematically. It's like when other people get upset about socks lying around.
So at some point the little propeller plane came along on my right arm.
I am terrified of flying. So what's that nonsense about? Why do you get a tattoo of something you are afraid of? Because! Because I live with that fear and have to overcome it every time I sit in
such a hell machine to beam myself to the other end of the world. It's my face-the-fear tattoo. If you run away from your fears, you won't get anywhere! So look them in the face
and fight them. They don't go away - just like the tattoo. So you can only give up or go for it. Again.
And yes, I am a little fan of historical machines and equipment. Even when I'm scared to death of them.