I Scar Myself for the Sake of Art

My newest tattoo, burned into my flesh by my man Wes at New Tribe here in Toronto. I'm really happy with how it turned out. Beforehand, I only had a vague notion of what I wanted: just a detailed tomahawk. So I ran into him on Queen St. W a few weeks ago and let him know. "Let me work on something," he said. "I'll call you in a couple weeks."

He gave me a shout, I checked out what he conceived, and totally dug it. An appointment was booked, and I went in last week. Took about two hours, and he gave me a really great deal. It's healing up rather nicely and should be totally good to go by this weekend. Thanks a million, Wes.

So that's number seven...still not sure how many are to come. What a crazy addiction.

Photo courtesy Ian Kerr during our latest weekend exploits.