- Joined
- Feb 2, 2021
Fuck, I work in that industry, don't send 'em here!!
The first and last time I spent hours up in someone's groin with a tattoo machine was to scrawl 'Property of Adam' up on some Shirley Carter looking birds snatch-flaps. That was bad enough.
To get in some of these wounds I'd want full cave spelunking gear, an actual canvas frame and industrial tent pegs for skin stretching and enough money to set up my family for generations!
On a serious note I can look at these messes and tell you exactly what each different patch of flesh would be like to both tattoo and feel/smell...
I'm happy to indulge if you want some fresh inspiration for le next art.
No amount of money would ever be enough for me to put my face anywhere near a stink ditch.
I had a family member who was fat as fuck, had diabetes and had no feeling in his legs. They also had pet birds. Well, one of the pet birds decided to start nipping and pecking the skin at the back of his foot. He never noticed anything, mainly because he couldn’t see his feet. That shit went on for god knows how long until a family member visits and notices a certain rotting smell. Doesn’t take long to find the source of the smell. Family member’s car is too small to fit him in so my dad ended up having to take him to the hospital. I was but an innocent child at the time and was too retarded to be home alone. The car ride to the hospital was horrific. A horrible, pungent, sour milk, sweaty, BO-like, rotting smell filled the car and opening a window did fuck all to help. I only got a small glance at the wound but it pretty much looked like an amhole but with more black dead skin.
They ended up amputating his foot.
Now, every time I see these open axe wounds, all I can think about is the smell.
They ended up amputating his foot.
Now, every time I see these open axe wounds, all I can think about is the smell.
Also any inspiration will be appreciated.