Amanda Wachob Tattoo Designs

Amanda Wachob Tattoo

I was three years old and sitting on a low 1970s style bench. Kicking my legs back and forth, I felt the skin on the backs of my thighs stick and pull against the mustard colored vinyl. My mother stood up next to me, and I stood up in turn. I watched distractedly as she extended a hand and shook that of a large man with salt and pepper hair and beard. His hand fell back to his side, just at my eye level. I grabbed it and, interrupting whatever conversation had been buzzing above my head, demanded to know, "What's that?"

It was a tattoo.

He was one of my mother's professors and explained to me kindly (crouching down low so as to look me in the eye) that he was allergic to metals, and when he got married his wife designed a ring that he had tattooed on instead. I declared then and there that I wanted one.

I love the beauty of tattoos, their artistry and symbiotic nature. A good tattoo works with the line and form of the body to accentuate and even elevate the beauty of both the design and the physique. Amanda Wachob's unique and avant garde pieces do just that.

Here, as above, the flow of what look like paint brush strokes echo the line of the body.

I decided I wanted tattoos when I was three. Now, I want one of these.