Yesterday was declared a non-working holiday in celebration of the Islamic religious feast, Eid'l Adha. The holiday commemorates the willingness of the Prophet Abraham to sacrifice his own son, Ishmael (or Ismail), upon the command of Allah.
So, what did I do? I decided to sacrifice my tank. Been planning on painting it flat black for the longest time but haven't had the time... Until yesterday. Of course I didn't get too far...
I just stripped paint off the top since I wasn't sure I'd be able to finish the whole thing.
Shot taken by my 3-year old son, Benny.
Bolt making sure I don't fuck up.
Paint stripper applied...
A few songs by Benny and a whole lot of scraping after and this is what I get...
I'm actually digging the bare metal look, just scared it might rust. Will probably strip the whole tank this weekend and paint it by sometime next week (right). I think I need 3 more non-working holidays.
Still a lot of work to be done but this bike's come a long way from when he first picked it up. It's leaking like a bitch that's taken one too many pops of Xenical and most of its electricals don't work. But then again, who gives a shit about the horn not working when you've got a bike as loud as this? As long as the headlights work, yeah? Good times, baby.
Finally finished my back last night. I believe it's been more than 2 years since my last session. Didn't really feel like it was time to finish it yet which is why it took so damn long. As if I had to do some things first or fix certain things in my life before I finish the piece... before I close that book. Now was a good time.
I've forgotten how painful it is to get inked. And while I was sitting there, "offering" my skin to my buddy Joe, I started questioning myself as to why I go through such pain. When I saw my back 3 hours later, I had my answer.
Tattoo is therapy. Pain that you can easily understand. No mindfucking here. I like it.