The Tattooed Poets Project: Nescher Pyscher

<div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-size: small;">Today's tattooed poet is named Nescher Pyscher and hails from Cambridge, Ohio.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-size: small;">Nescher offered  up his right wrist for us here at Tattoosday:</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKrUK0xKccYnLqsTPRjRv__TbH-kZpLiJlXT1-XNfQQqavgaLX7DgBj19m8iEZ7qLlfCsocOWZm1Fy9TDFDwa9r_8Q1RmPSyesqiKPvT6aLQ78_2hbAyFI2JUibldxJvzu8b7U4DUIQAE/s1600/Geir.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKrUK0xKccYnLqsTPRjRv__TbH-kZpLiJlXT1-XNfQQqavgaLX7DgBj19m8iEZ7qLlfCsocOWZm1Fy9TDFDwa9r_8Q1RmPSyesqiKPvT6aLQ78_2hbAyFI2JUibldxJvzu8b7U4DUIQAE/s400/Geir.jpg" width="351" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Photo courtesy of Nescher Pyscher</td></tr></tbody></table><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-size: small;"></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: small;">Nescher explains:</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: small;"> </span></div><blockquote><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 12pt;">"The tattoo was done in two parts. The first part was my wife's name in Chinese, surrounded by an infinity symbol. It was my wedding present for her. I designed the tattoo myself, and I was inspired to do so by a ink-stamper-thing-y my wife's father brought home for her from </span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 12pt;">China</span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 12pt;">. The second part, my son's name, was my wife's Christmas present to me when our son was born. I do not remember the name of the tattoo studios or the artists, but both tats were procured in the </span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 12pt;">Akron</span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 12pt;">, </span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 12pt;">Ohio</span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 12pt;"> area."</span></div></blockquote>As a matter of clarification, I asked Nescher about the kanji representing his wife's name. He told me that the "three symbols mean--so I've been told--'Mother,' 'Earth' and 'Love.' " He added that she is a geologist, by occupation. <br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrAmS9rRUnLg4P6dzDKotNS93kjVy-FtteiUt-GLhQ4-zVZ4ad0XNYXiUh-Me4zreOJLKnGfWlKKLMDEKZ8fc23M_ZJL1e3Y1SFKHnT5ficSmpupLK-FnJTO25STCvG1RwEhYroHRXGzo/s1600/Geir+detail.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="382" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrAmS9rRUnLg4P6dzDKotNS93kjVy-FtteiUt-GLhQ4-zVZ4ad0XNYXiUh-Me4zreOJLKnGfWlKKLMDEKZ8fc23M_ZJL1e3Y1SFKHnT5ficSmpupLK-FnJTO25STCvG1RwEhYroHRXGzo/s400/Geir+detail.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Photo courtesy of Nescher Pyscher</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 115%;">As for his son's name, <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Geir">Geir</a>, he clarified that his name means Spear, which is Icelandic or Norwegian, in origin. Nescher added that "names with value and freighted with meaning are important in my family. He is the strong weapon in my right hand, the spear we cast into the future."</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 115%;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 115%;">As for a poem, Nescher, offered up this piece:</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 115%;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 115%;"></div><blockquote><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;">dustbitten</span></b><span style="color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: black;">i plant the seed of myself within myself-- </span><span style="color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: black;">mutated, cloned, half-life-whole that</span><span style="color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: black;">gropes toward darkening life-- </span><span style="color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: black;">and watch the poisoned weed of me grow.</span><span style="color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: black;">i am the frozen feathers of a bird in flight, </span><span style="color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: black;">locked to dead tree, dying in estrous, </span><span style="color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: black;">decayed in birth, and forgotten before the wind</span><span style="color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: black;">could sweep through feathers.</span><span style="color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: black;">i am eye, </span><span style="color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: black;">i am face, </span><span style="color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: black;">i am ear</span><span style="color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: black;">i am the frozen corpse at the bottom of the well</span><span style="color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: black;">leaking into life; oozing into being;</span><span style="color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: black;">draining into dream and desire</span><span style="color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: black;">i am fist</span><span style="color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: black;">i am nail</span><span style="color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: black;">i am bent, broken finger</span><span style="color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: black;">i water the tumors of me with the salt of my tears</span><span style="color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: black;">the iron tang of my blood, </span><span style="color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: black;">the sweet toxin of my urine.</span><span style="color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: black;">i am teeth</span><span style="color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: black;">i am tongue</span><span style="color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: black;">i am busily working lips</span><span style="color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: black;">i eat my flesh, taken straight from crippled vine</span><span style="color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: black;">and wince at the taste of my self-inflicted pain,</span><span style="color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: black;">juices running unchecked down my pocked and hairless</span><span style="color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: black;">chin</span><span style="color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: black;">i am blister</span><span style="color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: black;">i am burn</span><span style="color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: black;">i am wounded, weeping sore</span><span style="color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: black;">my madness drives me, sings inside me</span><span style="color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: black;">and keeps me warm</span><span style="color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: black;">the feel of meeting teeth on my broken skin feels</span><span style="color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: black;">like warm rain in the evening;  </span><span style="color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: black;">sun setting on life forever</span><span style="color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: black;">i am stone</span><span style="color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: black;">i am flesh</span><span style="color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: black;">i am dust</span><span style="color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"></span></div></blockquote><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"> ~ ~ ~</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"></div><div class="MsoNormal"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijAwFDf2YXB4UkfmpMP2PSc0dV_86Skw79CiEBEKc7z2dsWuJQZzwem1JjrHIBJ9VwUEvUFiT1_heJFHFQgWH1nyfrvp00mBzwwK_lMP_kKijm3rcNG7oy8Xh-4kdKI3Z2yAnvWKmezt4/s1600/nescher.gif" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijAwFDf2YXB4UkfmpMP2PSc0dV_86Skw79CiEBEKc7z2dsWuJQZzwem1JjrHIBJ9VwUEvUFiT1_heJFHFQgWH1nyfrvp00mBzwwK_lMP_kKijm3rcNG7oy8Xh-4kdKI3Z2yAnvWKmezt4/s320/nescher.gif" width="236" /></a><span style="color: black;">Nescher Pyscher--his real name. Honest!--is a happily married, thirty-five year old author and poet living, writing and staying at home with his son in the Cambridge, Ohio area. His writing can be found at <a href="http://nescherpyscher.weebly.com/check-it-out.html">Weebly.com</a>, <a href="http://www.helium.com/users/607400/show_articles">Helium.com</a>, <i>Pablo Lennis</i>, and his book of short stories, <i><a href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Ca%20href=%22http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/1425118097/ref=as_li_ss_tl?ie=UTF8&tag=bill03-20&linkCode=as2&camp=1789&creative=390957&creativeASIN=1425118097%22%3EItchy%20Whispers%3C/a%3E%3Cimg%20src=%22http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=&l=as2&o=1&a=1425118097%22%20width=%221%22%20height=%221%22%20border=%220%22%20alt=%22%22%20style=%22border:none%20%21important;%20margin:0px%20%21important;%22%20/%3E">Itchy Whispers</a>,</i> is now available from Trafford or Amazon.com. His adventures in ineptitude with his son, The Pants, can be read twice weekly at <i><a href="http://www.daily-jeff.com/">The Daily Jeffersonian</a>.  </i></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: black;">Thanks to Nescher for sharing his tattoos and his poetry with us here on Tattoosday!</span><span style="color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 115%;"><br /><span style="color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><iframe frameborder="0" marginheight="0" marginwidth="0" scrolling="no" src="http://rcm.amazon.com/e/cm?lt1=_blank&bc1=000000&IS2=1&bg1=FFFFFF&fc1=000000&lc1=0000FF&t=bill03-20&o=1&p=8&l=as4&m=amazon&f=ifr&ref=ss_til&asins=1425118097" style="height: 240px; width: 120px;"></iframe></div><br /><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: x-small;">This entry is ©2011 Tattoosday. The poem is reprinted here with the permission of the author.<br /><br />If you are reading this on another web site other than Tattoosday, without attribution, please note that it has been copied without the author's permission and is in violation of copyright laws. Please feel free to visit </span> <span style="font-size: x-small;"><a href="http://tattoosday.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">http://tattoosday.blogspot.com</a> and read our original content. Please let me know if you saw this elsewhere so I contact the webmaster of the offending site and advise them of this violation in their Terms of Use Agreement.</span></div>

The Tattooed Poets Project: Nescher Pyscher

Today's tattooed poet is named Nescher Pyscher and hails from Cambridge, Ohio. Nescher offered  up his right wrist for us here at Tattoo...

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William's Museum of Art

I met William on the <a href="http://www.mta.info/nyct/service/aline.htm">A train</a> one Sunday morning. He was <i>covered </i>with tattoos. When I asked him how many he has, he replied that he had "never counted".<br /><br />As many of my subjects can attest, when I meet people with a lot of ink, I ask them which one they'd like me to post on the site. William offered up a tattoo he has of <a href="http://www.marilynmonroe.com/">Marilyn Monroe</a>, as seen by <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Andy_Warhol">Andy Warhol</a>. But, as such a tattoo has appeared here before (see Nina's ink <a href="http://tattoosday.blogspot.com/2008/09/introducing-ninas-ink-part-1.html">here</a>), I asked for something else. He let me choose this piece, a tattoo of the work of <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jean-Michel_Basquiat">Jean-Michel Basquiat</a>: <br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBwl1x7KMS7PwwZfuvWUJttjs2nbexZWTIzpVGSIuzFvy42gZGDrsj4RjDCuYdERifX8kgK47_dMWhvhPZAT-ijiYAgO2FHnl9Nif8niF5geQeST-xPZHVqf28XEXw6rJc8vLjSY_N/s1600/Basquiat+general+wm.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBwl1x7KMS7PwwZfuvWUJttjs2nbexZWTIzpVGSIuzFvy42gZGDrsj4RjDCuYdERifX8kgK47_dMWhvhPZAT-ijiYAgO2FHnl9Nif8niF5geQeST-xPZHVqf28XEXw6rJc8vLjSY_N/s640/Basquiat+general+wm.jpg" width="330" /></a></div><br />A closer look:<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZG0DQSA1LByZdnCx3EGdnYMAj58rrgKY9fjzPoeDRtK9L_bXgRvRD5TBgu3ezP3pPTDDc-3TEzd5sfmDWVwlkIBF7fmRGZJWnZHsmdQdpw1OigVPuaVi3skpLsG2C79f7JI7AKMiX/s1600/basquiat+detail+wm.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZG0DQSA1LByZdnCx3EGdnYMAj58rrgKY9fjzPoeDRtK9L_bXgRvRD5TBgu3ezP3pPTDDc-3TEzd5sfmDWVwlkIBF7fmRGZJWnZHsmdQdpw1OigVPuaVi3skpLsG2C79f7JI7AKMiX/s640/basquiat+detail+wm.jpg" width="308" /></a></div><br />This is based on Basquiat's artwork, which is most recognizable from its appearance on the cover of a Maya Angelou children's story.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcdsve5xJRBXZj61F_lPst1HTsMqIBN_pVf6jNEFhtnh91zF21aSMQMMX3fysrSU7qRJMwn9NpCNiJkXSL3aLmHlPAkyJ0Yy0rcEV7fzwtVrr_4rXSonSioYW5eZv15qH5iZwvgciv/s1600/bas.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcdsve5xJRBXZj61F_lPst1HTsMqIBN_pVf6jNEFhtnh91zF21aSMQMMX3fysrSU7qRJMwn9NpCNiJkXSL3aLmHlPAkyJ0Yy0rcEV7fzwtVrr_4rXSonSioYW5eZv15qH5iZwvgciv/s320/bas.jpg" width="247" /></a></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />William also let me take a picture of his name on his hand, which appeared in Ina Saltz's <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Body-Type-More-Typographic-Tattoos/dp/0810982765?ie=UTF8&tag=bill03-20&link_code=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969" target="_blank">Body Type 2</a><img alt="" border="0" height="1" src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=bill03-20&l=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969&o=1&a=0810982765" style="border: medium none ! important; margin: 0px ! important; padding: 0px ! important;" width="1" />:<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibm3WRAvL3zx-PLCPA3O8YXjq8RosV_RU7jsJ8PXIrjaR_AIMSazzo3V2ond_wD0Ya2HlRRY0xVYYlieUdQFPA_CUe9Mr4pb9qpqvQ78Ez5ZGPe5RSyhuh0sfTPEfF8fAbAEybiPlk/s1600/will.i.am+wm.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="266" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibm3WRAvL3zx-PLCPA3O8YXjq8RosV_RU7jsJ8PXIrjaR_AIMSazzo3V2ond_wD0Ya2HlRRY0xVYYlieUdQFPA_CUe9Mr4pb9qpqvQ78Ez5ZGPe5RSyhuh0sfTPEfF8fAbAEybiPlk/s400/will.i.am+wm.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br />William credited the Basquiat tattoo with <a href="http://www.senaspace.com/">David Sena</a> at <a href="http://www.northstartattoo.com/">North Star Tattoo</a> in Manhattan. Work by David Sena appeared previously on Tattoosday <a href="http://tattoosday.blogspot.com/2010/07/two-for-tattoosday-purple-lotus-and.html">here</a>.<br /><br />Thanks to William for sharing his tattoos with us here on Tattoosday!

William's Museum of Art

I met William on the A train one Sunday morning. He was covered with tattoos. When I asked him how many he has, he replied that he had ...

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Tattoosday Goes To Hawai'i - All in the Family, Part 5 (Ulu's Amazing Plumage)

In January 2008, when Tattoosday was a mere infant blog, my mother sent me photos of some of the ink my cousins possessed.<br /><br />I already shared Keali'i's sleeves here, but included in that email from Mom was this astonishing piece from his kid sister, my niece, Ulu:<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtGCZm_qH_uGNx-gDv6e6a629v8QuDytRiSzJdgjjag828GIEKiawPbfUt26oEuq1Y3J-Z-HAcwCmQvSoBJCbxW3nIdiy5ythcpEhEqG96xHj-pc9a3Mt7hXqSnOGTrrWi5KdJ2lmj/s1600/Ulu+Feather.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtGCZm_qH_uGNx-gDv6e6a629v8QuDytRiSzJdgjjag828GIEKiawPbfUt26oEuq1Y3J-Z-HAcwCmQvSoBJCbxW3nIdiy5ythcpEhEqG96xHj-pc9a3Mt7hXqSnOGTrrWi5KdJ2lmj/s400/Ulu+Feather.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><i>Photo by Diane Scrafton Cohen Ferreira</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>I reached out to Ulu (which is a shortened version of her middle name, Uluwehi, which is abbreviated from her full middle name, Kamali'iwahineuluwehi) and we exchanged messages, but we never connected to discuss the tattoo. Then, last month, I was in Hawai'i, at the home of Ulu and her husband Travis.<br /><br />For the record, despite my inkspotting ways, I was never sure if I'd have the opportunity on this trip to document all my nieces' and nephews' ink. I knew I'd be seeing them, but my purpose for doing so was not tattoo-related.<br /><br />But as you may have read over the last week, there I was at Ulu and Travis's place, hanging out with family, and the subject turned inky, and out came the camera.<br /><br />Still, I wasn't sure I would be seeing the tattoo from my mom's photo - Ulu was wearing a dress and I'm always walking on eggshells when it comes to lower back tattoos. But I was taking pictures of everyone else's tattoos and Ulu's back piece was mentioned. She happily changed into sweats so I could take a closer look at this amazing peacock feather tattoo:<br /><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwrEm6qMVNn9t9LmWY3bRs5OAsNPyLB1JOyJmDNLxPKkmV6en5haJdTlw_35WC4QlFWk65WvqQPC6zT9-XJhGx5P9-uDcGLYLuYg9gyTjEWLSqegC9KUa_rIy99wHcrKQgl0GNzfd7/s1600/Ulu+Feather+Crop.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="180" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwrEm6qMVNn9t9LmWY3bRs5OAsNPyLB1JOyJmDNLxPKkmV6en5haJdTlw_35WC4QlFWk65WvqQPC6zT9-XJhGx5P9-uDcGLYLuYg9gyTjEWLSqegC9KUa_rIy99wHcrKQgl0GNzfd7/s400/Ulu+Feather+Crop.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><br />One of the things I had always wondered was how far around the feather went. I got my answer soon enough:<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIB4jqkRBGDIKpvVY3XQS62xRKllQhyMt1nuWKGuDgIm_wgHF2CkP-Dk6iVL-XNibkX7oBkzjy45gOMo5ILpmHn1Ix-rMk_ystpqwGxB_W4PWR2cxnyk2im6tLa63ZMV8jpDXIA9Up/s1600/Ulu+Feather+Wraparound.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIB4jqkRBGDIKpvVY3XQS62xRKllQhyMt1nuWKGuDgIm_wgHF2CkP-Dk6iVL-XNibkX7oBkzjy45gOMo5ILpmHn1Ix-rMk_ystpqwGxB_W4PWR2cxnyk2im6tLa63ZMV8jpDXIA9Up/s400/Ulu+Feather+Wraparound.jpg" width="335" /></a></div><br /><br />As you can see the tattoo dips gracefully down after it rounds the hip. I'm glad I got to see this side because I was able to capture the detail in the color and the tiny pink butterfly near the tip of the quill:<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6QgeIyoVETcpTSwpQhDTkRA5yyjhClRd8I1te3ROGYuVZk4Teexr863Q2X96iMhBtGVjwIEi5RVrP6z61eHMjV8xWlso484Wt0aUB6RMEd0onp9vXNMFVsdmLaxOIJO9ppEhXP4uo/s1600/Ulu+Feather+Wraparound+detail.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6QgeIyoVETcpTSwpQhDTkRA5yyjhClRd8I1te3ROGYuVZk4Teexr863Q2X96iMhBtGVjwIEi5RVrP6z61eHMjV8xWlso484Wt0aUB6RMEd0onp9vXNMFVsdmLaxOIJO9ppEhXP4uo/s400/Ulu+Feather+Wraparound+detail.jpg" width="366" /></a></div><br /><br />Ulu got this, aside from the beauty of it, to cover up a "tramp stamp" [her words, not mine - no angry comments, please]. The original piece is covered by the eye of the peacock feather.<br /><br />The artist responsible for this incredible tattoo is <a href="http://www.myspace.com/libratat2">Libra</a>, who freelances in Hawai'i, but occasionally does guest spots at <a href="http://www.myspace.com/808tattoohawaii">808 Tattoo</a>, and was at <a href="http://www.eastsidetattoostudio.com/artists.html">East Side Tattoo Studio</a> at the time this was done.<br /><br />In that original email from Grandma Diane (my mom), she also included the tattoos of Travis, Ulu's husband.<br /><br />I had never met Travis before, but was welcomed by him as one of the family. I took my own photo of the forearm ink he wears, also by Libra, in honor of his and Ulu's children, Ezra and Trinity.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrsX4VHGJ-Yu8dPySzh3qRkdaHRmvKzNo-L-9GRlPjY_6YyiDRO-HzwahlBdgdBFFDnftvhJSbbPDeHfHw4IJkXpxorzOgn6FwNRirEDN7ioM3UwWVbl2HiVvkdJRPxz1ygVCCet6A/s1600/Travis+-+Ezra+Trinity.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="196" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrsX4VHGJ-Yu8dPySzh3qRkdaHRmvKzNo-L-9GRlPjY_6YyiDRO-HzwahlBdgdBFFDnftvhJSbbPDeHfHw4IJkXpxorzOgn6FwNRirEDN7ioM3UwWVbl2HiVvkdJRPxz1ygVCCet6A/s400/Travis+-+Ezra+Trinity.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>My deepest and most sincere thanks to both Travis and Ulu, not only for their hospitality and kindness, but for sharing their tattoos with us here on Tattoosday.<br /><br />This concludes the "All in the Family" subset of the Tattoosday Goes to Hawai'i series. A warm <i>mahalo</i> to all of my nieces and nephews for letting their mainland uncle help share their tattoos with the Tattoosday community. <br /><br />Previously in the <i>Tattoosday Goes to Hawai'i - All in the Family</i> series:<br /><br /><a href="http://tattoosday.blogspot.com/2010/05/tattoosday-goes-to-hawaii-all-in-family.html">Part 1, A Preface</a> <br /><a href="http://tattoosday.blogspot.com/2010/05/tattoosday-goes-to-hawaii-all-in-family_19.html">Part 2, Keali'i's Sleeves</a><br /><a href="http://tattoosday.blogspot.com/2010/05/tattoosday-goes-to-hawaii-all-in-family_21.html">Part 3, Ikaika, In Progress</a><br /><a href="http://tattoosday.blogspot.com/2010/05/tattoosday-goes-to-hawaii-all-in-family_23.html">Part 4, Lehua's Eternal Tribute to Poppa John</a>

Tattoosday Goes To Hawai'i - All in the Family, Part 5 (Ulu's Amazing Plumage)

In January 2008, when Tattoosday was a mere infant blog, my mother sent me photos of some of the ink my cousins possessed. I already shared ...

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