My letters on "Püe"'s skin

One of my greatest distraction taking notes at the High School was my own handwriting: I was definitely taking notes, and rather well, but my mind wasn't totally there, somehow I was studying my own font, all the time.

Once, at the Art Academy, my classmate Lorenzo asked for my notes from Aesthetics Philosophy (there I was always fuckin' focused, instead – our teacher was a way too brilliant mind) and he returned me my book telling me he couldn't concentrate because he was getting lost into the lines and curves of my handwriting (sorry, Lorenzo, haha).

Well, my dear friend Giulia "Püe" has been on the table next to me during the last three years of the High School, right when I was gradually feeling more and more incompatible from the "school system" and more and more into my own life and interests – therefore, also when I was so much more into that daily passion of drawing by words.

However, while now, once again, I have some bookmarks on my browser to finally do my own font (I'll make it, it will take a while, but I really want it!), hereby I'm glad to share a couple of related tattoos of Giulia: she wanted words on her skin and she couldn't avoid to think of me, which is a very sweet gift for me as well. We've always been very different, one the opposite of the other, really, we've been very often surprised by how, exactly, we anyway ended up feeling so closed. But we do and we love it. And we love how we are still so affectionate despite the long time passing by between every time we can meet (consider also she wasn't on the Internet for many years).

Also, she's who started to call me "Maleta", that in Italian sounds like "bad Eta" and that, by chance, in Spanish also means "luggage".

We know each other since the kindergarten, but at the time she was… errr… she was pretty much a fuckin' little bully, heheh, and I was the perfect target for her and another kid. After just one month of kindergarten, I decided that the other kids were…less interesting that my Grandma's home, where I could stay while my mother was working, playing with the wonderful dog La Cucciola Monella (it means "The Rascal Puppy", article included, thanks), climbing the apricot tree, watching cartoons, sometimes at lunch with my beloved cousin Carmine too, browsing art history books (yep, my Grandma has a plenty of them and that was my sacred joy), drawing all the time (what else?) and, of course, saving the world with my invisible friends (please, note: by saying they were invisible, I'm not saying they didn't exist: I'm just saying you, everyone else, couldn't see them – yes, guys, I still think of you; by the way, may you tell Invy that I'm still really sorry for breaking apart when we were 8? Did he make it in making up a new life? He never updated me anymore about his life, tell him I wish him the best and I trust he could enjoyed these years and all the future ones…). Ooeps, what I was saying? Ah, yeah, Giulia and the kindergarten. Well, we had our very first moment of connection (the "click") when we were 13 and we realized that we were gonna be in the same class at the artistic High School, indeed. We were very different, but physically also relatively easy to confuse: for Carnival, when we were 18, we dressed up like I was her and she was me, counting on the same height and the same hair length. A lot of people actually got in the trap and thought, at first eyesight! It was so fun!

Ok, alright, I'm blabbering, pardon, the point of the post was to show the pictures!

This is her last tattoo, just done yesterday, as tribute to her little nephew Anna:

That's a little portrait I made of her when we met on September 2013:

And that's the tattoo she made out of some music lyrics, the past year:

Much love to you, Giulia, my lovely first bully! :D

(No, she's not bullying me anymore.




…Maybe.


(How may anyone make fun of me?! Right? I'm not that type.))

Populus

A poplar asked me to draw one of its leafs at the moment of falling down.

Tattoo design knocks on my door

Dear everybody, there is one thing coming often to me: people want me to design their tattoos.

I would love to also make them physically on the skin, but it would mean a complete new technique to learn and currently I don't feel like adding it to my path; maybe one day. I deeply respect it, so, if I will, I want to do it very seriously.

But still I can design them.

So, after all the requests I received, I figured out I want to tell it "gently loud" on my blog: commissions are open!

Don't hesitate to contact me, if you want my drawing  (or my handwriting) on your skin… or if you're a tattoo artist interested in collaboration:

maleta[at]alice[dot]it

And be sure about one thing: if your idea won't fit my style, I'll tell you. I don't tolerate the idea of making a bad work for such an important question. But if I'll see my style or my skills comfortable on your desire, then I'll be glad of participating on your path. 

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༼༼༼  This is a little detail of my fish flying on my skin   ༽༽༽

I'm not posting my entire tattoo to avoid one behaviour I find extremely sad in choosing tattoos: just picking up something online or from the flash book in the tattoo shop: each tattoo has its own story and one thing I want to conserve for sure it will be the unicity of each design I'll made; once one will get a design, I won't let anybody else use the same again.

It's better to wait a long and to think a lot about what you want, it's better if you go to many tattoo artists or many drawers, whatever, maybe you'll find your image with me or anybody else, doesn't matter, but create your own magic symbol, your own special picture: comprehend the ritual.

I believe this should be always respected, unless you intentionally want a collective symbol, which is, by definition, something looking right the same for everybody, or for a certain group of people.

Have a great tattoo bud!