I'm Non-Inked, but I do have some tremendous aggressive scars that are reminders of a Life Well Lived...Mostly on my face and head, which are an improvement over what I was born with...Anyway....
Once, I was out of town on a business trip, and the hotel I was staying at just happened to be hosting a Tattoo Artists Convention...So there I was in the bar, just to drink a beer or two, I'm a big old bald headed guy, Non Inked, like I said, ....A blank sheet of human canvas in a room full of a cacophony of committed caucasian carcass colorers! It was a colored Kid convention!
They all seemed to notice this aberration of me at the same time, as if one organism...the room went strangely silent, I felt eyes upon me, like a block of marble feels in the prescience of Leonardo DaVinci or a fresh plaster ceiling to Michaelangelo I imagine....or in my case, an unpainted boxcar to an urban spraypaint tagger would be more appropriate...
The hair on the back of my @ss stood up...I asked myself, "Where have I seen such ravenous and attentive eyes before?" "Oh yeah, through my rifle scope when I was hunting coyotes on the sheep ranches of SD, MT and Wyoming!! Blowing a call that sounds like a little baby rabbit!!"
I am not used to this kind of attention and generally go through group situations without any notice at all...completely invisible, I even have to wear a name tag on my shirt at Family reunions...Anyway...I had a great Time! Everybody wanted to have a whack at coloring me and were buying me free beers! Wonderfully hot pierced and colored girls even! For once I was the Queen of the Ball!
During the evening, when I was deep in my cups, I told them, I have been a trapper and skinner of animals for 40+yrs, killed and skinned thousands of animals of various sorts, pierced many a 22-250 hole in them painlessly, fleshed and stretched and tanned hides even, I have the skills to make a nice vest or lampshade or wallet out of each and every one of you if you would like, I've got my knives out in my Car! Wouldnt this be cool!?
Evidently is was not, and the generous mood changed abruptly...even for the people I thought would appreciate it? All of a sudden, their glee turned to disgust and fear?...In their eyes...I've seen that look before, through my rifle scope in a coyotes eyes when they figure out things too late, also at Family reunions, so I am familiar with that signal when to pull the trigger or leave a party....When it comes to art, its a matter of personal taste, and sometimes a guy can go too far...