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A group of little owls at the Wildlife Rehabilitation Centre in Modena, ItalyPicture: Maurizio Malagoli/Solent News (via Pictures of the day: 23 April 2012 - Telegraph)
that’s a lot of eyes
Johnny Cupcakes inspired owl. The headphones are for my younger brother who is the only person I know that appreciates music as much as I do. The hipster glasses are the same exact ones that my youngest brother wears. (Prescription lens by the way.) The paintbrush dripped in red is for my big brother who is the artist in the family. And lastly, the Vietnamese peach flowers are for my lovely mother.
Done in Houston at Chunky Monkey Tattoos on 1960 by Trey. An amazing artist who I’ve had the pleasure of receiving two tattoos by so far.
Done by Elize at Empire Tattoo in Somerville, MA.
My dad’s parents immigrated to the states in 1950 from Belarus and the Ukraine, originally. My grandmother has always said that her maiden name could be loosely translated to “owl” and my grandfather’s (mine) to “eagle”. My grandfather always associated strongly with bald eagles, being bald himself, and a patriotic immigrant. I am constantly amazed and inspired by the life they built for themselves here, with nothing in their pockets but a pipe and tobacco. I wanted to get something that would inspire me to build the life I’ve dreamt of having, and not one that anyone else would have for me.
from The English Patient by Michael Ondaatje
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