There is good art out there, but colors fade, outlines become blurred with age.
There is also a lot of crappy graffiti walking around.
I don't have any tats, either.
I just never saw anything I wanted to wear that long.
My wife has tats. A couple of commemorative to her father figures. One to me. She had a shitty life growing up. Her dad gave a shit. His dad gave a shit .She put them on more to show the rest of her family as a reminder who effing cared for her. They show in the summer. Meaning they are small and don't show unless she is wearing a summer strap top. It is her life.
This is related. I put myself through prison, partly, by drawing pictures that the tatters could sell. I did explicit porn art for tat work. Not that I liked it.
The last thing I was going to do was whine and ask for someone to send me money. They ended the fed program for financial aid or any aid to let convicts complete a college degree round then.
So I got a job. In the cabinet shop. And did artwork on the side. And fought the fights they sent to me. The AB tried hard . I tried harder. Change me. It isn't a challenge. It isn't a dare. Kill me trying.. That won't change me.
I have sought for the enemy. I found them. They are you. Me (my own worst) because your ignorance and reliance on someone else's word...
People should read a book. Before they read its cover.