I first saw this photo on Brian’s page a few days ago, so when I saw he had submitted it to his portfolio gallery I made sure to get it up as soon as possible. Now there is a fantastic story behind this piece, and since Brian explained it so nicely, I’ll let his words explain the bands.
I don’t remember if i posted about this last year, but here is some scar work i did on a young, Native American girl. In her Blackfoot tribe it is customary to have a line scarred around their arm for each year they’re alive. It is known as Ponn Miistis, which literally translates to “the rings of a tree”. When they run out of room on one arm they move to the other, then the legs, but apparently their average life expectancy is only 43.
Anyhow, her parents are more modernized now and didn’t want her having this done while she was growing up. She was intrigued by her grandfather’s rings, which covered his arms and legs, so decided to come to me from Montana to catch up. Last year i worked on her upper arm and finished it up this time. She’s 24 now.
She promises to be back every year for another line, too!’
I think this is one of the most beautiful and personal pieces of scarification work I’ve ever seen. It’s a continual project, so she has much to look forwards to! So much patience ^^.
I can’t decide if this is the best or the worst dad ever
If a man wakes up every day to put on a costume SOLELY to wave his child off to school, he is a dedicated father and truly one of the best out there, even tho this probably embarrassed the shit out of his kid
im going to be this father
Can we discuss how really, really cool it is that Olivia Wilde is breastfeeding her son for Glamour magazine?
Can we establish that it’s really amazing that it will be showcasing female breasts for their intended purpose and showcases her as a mother, just doing mother things?
Can I say that I find this unbelievably cool and I’m really glad it’s a thing that’s happening?
Even if I can’t, I’m gonna. Because it is and I’m really glad it’s happening.
This is so great
i feel like once you were emo in middle school youre low key emo for the rest of your life, like you could be 20 in the middle of college wearing uggs or whatever but once you hear the first key to the black parade/i write sins/sugar we’re going down you sprout an imaginary fringe and start yelling your lungs out like its 2007 all over again