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Today is the first warm day of the year where most of my tattoos are visible. Today I morph into the “tattooed” lady. Gazes change, children point, I become a show- I wish I could charge admission….
”There is a charge/ For the eyeing of my scars, there is a charge/ For the hearing of my heart—/ It really goes./ And there is a charge, a very large charge/ For a word or a touch/ Or a bit of blood/ Or a piece of my hair or my clothes.” -Sylvia Plath
Posted on March 14, 2012 with 5 notes ()
Inspiration and work of a redhead artist obsessed with art,tattoos, vintage gloves, freaks, vintage carni strippers, belly dancers and other miscellaneous quirky ephemera..
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