Q. I find that most tattoos are hideous. I understand wanting to be 'cool' and 'hip' and 'oh-so-rebellious', but 98% of tattoos are just plain ugly. Especially the big ones.
I do realize tattoos are a kind of art, but I just think the prevailing style is rather unappealing. So gnarly and busy and dark--and generally detracting from the beauty of the human body. In my opinion anyway.
Still I know not to judge people who get them. To each their own :D
I do realize tattoos are a kind of art, but I just think the prevailing style is rather unappealing. So gnarly and busy and dark--and generally detracting from the beauty of the human body. In my opinion anyway.
Still I know not to judge people who get them. To each their own :D
A. It depends. A lot of tattoo artists are incredibly good artists and do beautiful artwork and prints that don't end up as tattoos. Some even exhibit their work in galleries. A close friend of my boyfriend is a tattoo artist and he's also done some really beautiful pieces of art. If I felt they were good as an artist not just a tattooist and enjoyed their work, then I would most definately visit their exhibition.
Their are also a lot of people out there that tattoo but are terrible artists. The quality (ie appearance) of the tattoos they do may look good, but their art could be horrible. A lot of these people work from flash, copying designs out of books etc. This, I feel, is the distinction between a 'tattooist' and a 'tattoo artist'.
A tattoo artist has the ability to take an idea or suggestion, draw it up in to a beautiful design and then turn it in to a good quality tattoo on a persons skin.
I agree that a lot of people have some really ugly tattoos. I believe that is because these people didn't do enough research to find a good tattoo artist and because they lack the imagination to make a tattoo their own. I'll readily admit, I was guilty of just picking a tattoo out of a book, and now I regret it. But, soon, I'll be getting it covered up with something beautiful, that I've put my thought an imagination in to.
I feel the human skin is a blank canvas and I feel tattoos and piercings are a way of making it more interesting and of expressing yourself. The problem is, a lot of people see tattoos and piercings as a fashion accessory rather than a form of expression. Thats why, in so many ways, it's started to become uniform and generic.
For hundreds, if not thousands of years, tribes from all over the world have used body modification as a way of being seen as more beautiful or to carry some other kind of symbolism. Women in certain tribes in africa are not seen as beautiful and able to marry unless they have rows of scars cut in to their skin.
It all depends on your social ideals and how you percieve things like tattoos as to whether you accept them.
Tattoos can be extremely beautiful and a lot of tattoo artist are incredibly talented people, often overlooked because tattoos are still, general, socially unacceptable.
Their are also a lot of people out there that tattoo but are terrible artists. The quality (ie appearance) of the tattoos they do may look good, but their art could be horrible. A lot of these people work from flash, copying designs out of books etc. This, I feel, is the distinction between a 'tattooist' and a 'tattoo artist'.
A tattoo artist has the ability to take an idea or suggestion, draw it up in to a beautiful design and then turn it in to a good quality tattoo on a persons skin.
I agree that a lot of people have some really ugly tattoos. I believe that is because these people didn't do enough research to find a good tattoo artist and because they lack the imagination to make a tattoo their own. I'll readily admit, I was guilty of just picking a tattoo out of a book, and now I regret it. But, soon, I'll be getting it covered up with something beautiful, that I've put my thought an imagination in to.
I feel the human skin is a blank canvas and I feel tattoos and piercings are a way of making it more interesting and of expressing yourself. The problem is, a lot of people see tattoos and piercings as a fashion accessory rather than a form of expression. Thats why, in so many ways, it's started to become uniform and generic.
For hundreds, if not thousands of years, tribes from all over the world have used body modification as a way of being seen as more beautiful or to carry some other kind of symbolism. Women in certain tribes in africa are not seen as beautiful and able to marry unless they have rows of scars cut in to their skin.
It all depends on your social ideals and how you percieve things like tattoos as to whether you accept them.
Tattoos can be extremely beautiful and a lot of tattoo artist are incredibly talented people, often overlooked because tattoos are still, general, socially unacceptable.
Where can I find an online summary of the novel Tough Guys Don't Dance from Norman Mailer?
Q. I'm looking for chapter type summaries from the novel, not the film.
A. This is from amazon.com
A dark, brilliant novel of astonishing pitch, set in Provincetown, a “spit of shrub and dune” captured here in the rawness and melancholy of the off-season, Tough Guys Don’t Dance is the story of Tim Madden, an unsuccessful writer addicted to bourbon, cigarettes, and blonde, careless women with money. On the twenty-fourth morning after the decampment of his wife, Patty Lareine, he awakens with a hangover, considerable sexual excitement, and, on his upper arm, a red tattoo bearing a name from the past. Of the night before, he remembers practically nothing. What he soon learns is that the front passenger seat of his Porsche is soaked with blood and that in a secluded corner of his marijuana stash in a nearby woods rests a blonde head, severed at the throat.
Is Madden therefore a murderer? He has no way of knowing. As in many novels of crime, the narrative centers on violence—physical, sexual, and emotional—but these elements move in their orbits through a rich constellation of character as Madden tries to reconstruct the missing hours of a terrible evening. In the course of this in-quiry a bizarre and vividly etched gallery of characters reappears to him as in a dream—ex-prizefighters, sexual junkies, mediums, former cons, a police chief, a world-weary former girl friend, and Mad-den’s father, old now but still a Herculean figure, a practitioner of the sternest backroom ethics.
Tough Guys Don’t Dance represents Mailer at the peak of his powers with a stunningly conceived novel that soon transcends its origins as a mystery to become a relentless search into the recesses and buried virtues of the modern American male. Rarely, as many readers will discern, have the paradoxes of machismo and homosexuality been so well explored.
A dark, brilliant novel of astonishing pitch, set in Provincetown, a “spit of shrub and dune” captured here in the rawness and melancholy of the off-season, Tough Guys Don’t Dance is the story of Tim Madden, an unsuccessful writer addicted to bourbon, cigarettes, and blonde, careless women with money. On the twenty-fourth morning after the decampment of his wife, Patty Lareine, he awakens with a hangover, considerable sexual excitement, and, on his upper arm, a red tattoo bearing a name from the past. Of the night before, he remembers practically nothing. What he soon learns is that the front passenger seat of his Porsche is soaked with blood and that in a secluded corner of his marijuana stash in a nearby woods rests a blonde head, severed at the throat.
Is Madden therefore a murderer? He has no way of knowing. As in many novels of crime, the narrative centers on violence—physical, sexual, and emotional—but these elements move in their orbits through a rich constellation of character as Madden tries to reconstruct the missing hours of a terrible evening. In the course of this in-quiry a bizarre and vividly etched gallery of characters reappears to him as in a dream—ex-prizefighters, sexual junkies, mediums, former cons, a police chief, a world-weary former girl friend, and Mad-den’s father, old now but still a Herculean figure, a practitioner of the sternest backroom ethics.
Tough Guys Don’t Dance represents Mailer at the peak of his powers with a stunningly conceived novel that soon transcends its origins as a mystery to become a relentless search into the recesses and buried virtues of the modern American male. Rarely, as many readers will discern, have the paradoxes of machismo and homosexuality been so well explored.
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