In my daughter’s world, fraught with danger,
Sharks swim at the deep end of the community swimming pool,
Long-clawed demons roam the hallways after dusk,
Sea lions emerge from wooded trails to snatch young girls,
And deadly dinosaurs tromp across highways.
In my world, fraught with danger,
Kids crack their skulls on cement and drown in a local swimming pool,
Rapists crawl into bedroom windows and abduct dreaming children after dusk,
Cougars prowling wooded trails clamp little sun-kissed heads in their jaws ,
And deadly drunk drivers explode family cars into red metal on the highways.
Don’t worry, I promise with a half smile,
I can slay dragons.
- Garth von Buchholz
So, I got a tattoo finally. I dropped my kids off at my friend Val's house, arrived at the Black Rose tattoo parlor literally shaking, and prepared for the big step. I wasn't just getting a tattoo, I was getting a pretty big tattoo, you see. I wanted something quite visible, right on my arm, and I wanted an owl.
Why an owl you ask? Often for me an owl has signified major change, for the better. When I was 18 and leaving my home town I saw an owl perched up on a telephone pole in the middle of the city. When I was first falling in love I saw an owl swoop down and fly slowly in front of the car, as if in slow motion. Now that I'm newly single, fresh out of marriage, I feel very positive about the changes in my life. The owl is for me an emblem of change and stability. It flies slowly and gently through the air, cunning and sharp, but always silent and serene.
Here are some photos of the tattoo in process, and the final result.
A blog on art, roller derby and life.
I'm an artist and mother of two in Courtenay, BC. I've completed a project called the "Madonna and Child Project," and I'm now working on a series of roller derby inspired drawings. In my spare time I play roller derby with the Brick House Betties.