Quentin James (boycott_love) wrote in light_of_may, @ 2009-09-06 23:55:00 |
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Entry tags: | 2009-06-14, quentin |
Tattoo discussions
Who: Quentin James and Remy Wolfe
Where: Dog-Ink
When: Around 1 in the afternoon
What: One artist meets another
Quentin pulled up his Mustang outside of Dog-Ink and checked the address again. Yep, this was the place, the tattoo shop he'd heard about. He'd been looking for a decent shop since he arrived in Scarlet Oak, feeling the urge for a new tattoo, something to represent everything he had going since leaving Maine. He figured now was as good a time as any to check the place out, see if they were as good as he'd heard, and he wasn't meeting up with Brady for another hour or so.
Now, he knew what he wanted, and he had a handful of sketches to illustrate what he meant. Quentin had spent the last few days sketching out different views of his parents' marina back in Kennebunkport, with his brother's boat at the dock. The same boat that cost Kevin his life when it crashed off the coast of Canada.
He never said he handled grief well. Lots of people didn't. But this was the only way Quentin knew how to honor his brother's memory on his person, not just through his art. By carrying a representation of him on his body forever. And, if he found the right artist, this tattoo would look amazing. Quentin wasn't new at the whole art thing, and while painting was his medium, he wanted to find someone who could appreciate the detail in the sketches, make this scene come to life.
Then, when the tattoo was finished, he was taking a picture of it and emailing it to his old man. He only wished he could be there to see the look on Joshua James' face when he saw what his youngest had done. His father would be livid.
With his sketches in a folder to keep them from getting wet with the rain, he ducked inside the door, scanning the room to see who was available.