Griff's Gryphon

Last week on Wall Street, I met Griff, whose collection of tattoos covers his body. When I asked him how many he had, he wasn't sure, but estimated it is somewhere between twenty and thirty. How to choose? We decided on this one, from the back of his left calf, which was his very first tattoo:

Griff dates this back to April 2007, just over eight years ago. Coincidentally, today is Tattoosday's eighth anniversary, so celebrating with a tattoo inked the same year that the site was born seems appropriate.

Griff credits this to an artist named Don Sellers at 702 Tattoo in Richmond, Virginia.

He explained his full name is Griffin so he decided on a tattoo of a gryphon, the legendary creature with the head, talons and wings of an eagle and the body of a lion. You'll notice that's not quite what he got. "I didn't like the eagle face, so I gave it a lion face," he told me. So, ultimately, it's a customized gryphon for Griffin. "Nobody else will ever [have one like] it," he added.

Thanks to Griff for sharing his first tattoo with us here on Tattoosday!

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Shauna Osborn's First Tattoo (The Tattooed Poets Project)

Our next Tattooed Poet of the Week is Shauna Osborn, who sent us this image:

Now, I know readers have been spoiled of late with some exceptional work, but this one has an interesting origin, as Shauna explains:

"This tat may not look like much, but it has a great back story. I’d wanted a tattoo since I was a little kid—I envied my grandpa’s large Navy tats he’d gotten while in the service. Most of my family was square against it, especially since I was female, so I figured it’d be a while after I moved out before I’d get the chance to ink up. I turned eighteen in the spring of ’98, moved out, and started college. 

One Saturday a couple months into my first semester, my dad came by the dorms unexpectedly and told me we were going on a road trip. He didn’t tell me what we were doing, or why, just said it was a surprise. 

We drove south several hours toward Texas until we hit Wichita Falls. Dad pulled up to Altered Images and said he was getting us both our first tattoos. Tattoo shops were still illegal in Oklahoma at that time, so he’d brought us to the closest shop he’d heard good things about from some coworkers. 

He got a bicep tat of the Chevy logo with American flag detailing. Because I wasn't prepared with the designs I'd drawn up I had to go with a piece of flash. I chose this one as an representation of my past and hopes for the future. Allie, an apprenticing female artist, fixed me up with this one and gave my baby sister a temporary tattoo of Timon, Nathan Lane’s character in the Lion King."

Shauna sent us the following poem, which first appeared in Poesis Review #6:

Doppelgänger

My nocturnal self has left--

lost her somewhere in Oakland

to the blacktop covered roads.

She feared the desert heat

after the coldness of the city.

Feared it’d melt her resolution,

drown out her loudest screech--

replace the hard, coal-pressed hate

that serves as her grounding center

with a dripping puddle of snot.

While I wander the white & painted sand,

she frolics through asphalt & smog,

roams among drag queens & junkies 

that ride the waves of Puget Sound--

making love to dreadlocked poet beggars 

stealing rides on cable cars &

                        slicing the leash off every dog she sees

                                    with her dad’s rusty pocketknife.

Scott saw her late last week, flagged her down

from alternate subway platforms, screaming & jumping

like someone slain in the spirit

            but the only response he received was a dramatic

            turn, her long braided dreads brushing the subway

floor, as she bent in full curtsey

& then a slow-blown kiss

            as she walked away.

~ ~ ~

Shauna Osborn is an artist, wordsmith, and community organizer. Recently, she became Artist in Residence for the 2015 A Room of Her Own Foundation’s Writing Retreat. She is working on a series of indigenous comic books and a book length choreopoem. Her creative work is included in As/Us, Adrienne, Cultural Weekly, Hueso Loco, Poets’ Quarterly, Puerto del Sol, Spiral Orb, Mas Tequila Review, Yellow Medicine Review, and Upstreet. You can find her online at shaunamosborn.wordpress.com.

Thanks to Shauna for her contribution to the Tattooed Poets Project on Tattoosday!

This entry is ©2015 Tattoosday. The poem and tattoo are reprinted with the poet's permission.

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