Saturday, February 28, 2015

Brain Tattoos

"Across the Blackwater" by Helen Tilston

"Original Art Work is a tattoo for the brain and will not scar the body"
Helen Tilston

A rare and beautiful woman who takes the road less travelled.
Our most recent collector is 25 years old.  She is tall, slender and stunningly beautiful.   She is in the world of fashion.  She confided that she is confident in her taste for design and paintings and has been visiting art galleries and museum from a very early age.   She knows colour and the finite nuances of shade and values.    She  said she likes to build a relationship with the artist and wants to know the heart and personality behind the painting. Her late father advised her to be very careful in preserving her home and only invite those with a good spirit.    Over tea, in my studio, she spotted this quote:

"Original Art Work is a tattoo for the brain and will not scar the body"
Helen Tilston   (This quote hangs in my studio)

She shared that she is vehemently opposed to tattoos and finds them repulsive.     She will not date a man who has a tattoo.  

Was your taste this strongly formed when you were 25 yrs old?

Wednesday, January 28, 2015

Tattoos or Branding

Photo Unkown 

In the early 1990's I designed one of a kind knitwear and owned a store in Toronto.
In bespoke design a measuring tape was a permanent fixture around my neck.
One day while working with a new client, I asked to take her measurements
She removed her jacket and branded upon her arm were the blurred blue numbers of the tattoo. I had seen these numbers in movies and literature but nothing, nothing prepared me for this.

My tape measure dropped to the floor and my eyes clouded over in tears.  With my greatest will, I was able to get the measurements I needed and tried as best I could to compose myself.   She knew.
Her kind blue eyes are imprinted in my memory.

We became friends and she visited me on Mondays usually bearing my favourite coffee and bagel.

Today is the 70th Anniversary of the liberation of Auschwitz.   I bow my head in memory and I never will forget those blue eyes and blurred blue numbers.