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This is the first piece that I did in an art series in-progress. So far the only direction I have at all in the series is that they all are inspired by songs, and they all will be limited to the colors black, white, blue, and pink.

This piece is inspired by the song "The Woman with the Tattoed Hands" by Atmosphere. Which I listened to on repeat most of the time I was making this. Unable to get my hands on black acryllic, I used sharpie marker to fill in the body. The blue is indian ink i painted on with a small brush, and the pink is indian ink that I dripped onto the paper. I found the higher I dripped it from the more it would splatter.

ATMOSPHERE
"WOMAN WITH THE TATTOOED HANDS"

I used to know this woman who had the most
beautiful
tattooes on the top sides of both of her hands
she was forty three years old and as far as I know
had
never yet been with a man
its not that she wasn't
attractive she was beatiful
but its the way that she
interacted
she was aggresively passive to the point where
she
would of intimidated any myth that ever tryed to cacth
it
on the right hand she had a tattooe of a nude girl
she claimed it is what God resembled
but on the left she
had a mirrored image of the same female
and this one she
explained looked like the devil
I remember once watching
her touch her own breasts
how the tattooes smiled as they
stared down her stomach
as if anticipating when
they'de be alive and caressed
sweet flower that they
both seemed ta hung with (sweet flower)
now maybe I was
high but it felt so right
heaven and hell both take till
this womans warm
it didn't make sense how she
could-commence
touching herself with me wide awake in the
same room
but if I've learned anything in my years (my
years)
I learned I no longer believe in surprise (in
surprise)

but what happened next damn near stold my
tears
the tattooes came alive right in front of my eyes
they both slowly stood up and climbed off her hands
and
showed me why she never took some time with a man
they
climbed deep inside of this woman's garden
she closed
her eyes and she gently bit her bottom lip
I stepped I left
and I don't regret leaving
and I'd never forget
all the things I saw that evening
a glimpse of religion a
piece of coming closer
to understanding more about what
intrigues me most
I didn't get turned on I just got
turned
I wasn't as aroused as I was concerned
for
each one of em I've hurt
and every time I think
burned
I've got a lot to teach but even more to
learn
so now I keep my eyes open hoping to take in all I
can
about women taking in all she can
and for as long
as I breath I'de stay receting my memory
for that
woman with the tattooed hands

There's good an evil in each individual
find
dentifies needs and feeds I desire
as long as we
keep our spirit inspired
she can bite her bottom lip all
she wants

Description
This is the first piece that I did in an art series in-progress. So far the only direction I have at all in the series is that they all are inspired by songs, and they all will be limited to the colors black, white, blue, and pink.

This piece is inspired by the song "The Woman with the Tattoed Hands" by Atmosphere. Which I listened to on repeat most of the time I was making this. Unable to get my hands on black acryllic, I used sharpie marker to fill in the body. The blue is indian ink i painted on with a small brush, and the pink is indian ink that I dripped onto the paper. I found the higher I dripped it from the more it would splatter.

ATMOSPHERE
"WOMAN WITH THE TATTOOED HANDS"

I used to know this woman who had the most
beautiful
tattooes on the top sides of both of her hands
she was forty three years old and as far as I know
had
never yet been with a man
its not that she wasn't
attractive she was beatiful
but its the way that she
interacted
she was aggresively passive to the point where
she
would of intimidated any myth that ever tryed to cacth
it
on the right hand she had a tattooe of a nude girl
she claimed it is what God resembled
but on the left she
had a mirrored image of the same female
and this one she
explained looked like the devil
I remember once watching
her touch her own breasts
how the tattooes smiled as they
stared down her stomach
as if anticipating when
they'de be alive and caressed
sweet flower that they
both seemed ta hung with (sweet flower)
now maybe I was
high but it felt so right
heaven and hell both take till
this womans warm
it didn't make sense how she
could-commence
touching herself with me wide awake in the
same room
but if I've learned anything in my years (my
years)
I learned I no longer believe in surprise (in
surprise)

but what happened next damn near stold my
tears
the tattooes came alive right in front of my eyes
they both slowly stood up and climbed off her hands
and
showed me why she never took some time with a man
they
climbed deep inside of this woman's garden
she closed
her eyes and she gently bit her bottom lip
I stepped I left
and I don't regret leaving
and I'd never forget
all the things I saw that evening
a glimpse of religion a
piece of coming closer
to understanding more about what
intrigues me most
I didn't get turned on I just got
turned
I wasn't as aroused as I was concerned
for
each one of em I've hurt
and every time I think
burned
I've got a lot to teach but even more to
learn
so now I keep my eyes open hoping to take in all I
can
about women taking in all she can
and for as long
as I breath I'de stay receting my memory
for that
woman with the tattooed hands

There's good an evil in each individual
find
dentifies needs and feeds I desire
as long as we
keep our spirit inspired
she can bite her bottom lip all
she wants