Saturday, September 10, 2016

Useless Crap

Hi Everybody! Welcome to another installment of Megon Shoreclay's Tattoo blog. This post is basically just a bunch of crap I feel like posting all over the internet for everyone to see. We'll laugh, we'll cry, we'll learn about pigeons. So, let's start it off, shall we?

     As Ego and I were riding our motorcycles to the tattoo shop this morning, I was struck by how good I felt. The wind in my face, the sunshine on my back. It is a beautiful day. I took a moment to acknowledge this and from somewhere, deep in the depths of my subconscious, a strong urge surfaced to purchase a caramel frapuccino.
     I don't know if any of you have ever experienced being a young, basic, white girl, but I have. And let me tell you, the feeling of pure, simple happiness that comes from riding a motorcycle on a nice day is exactly what it feels like.
     In that moment, I realzed how sad and depressing my reality has become. When I was young and basic, it was very easy for me to be happy. Before I learned about sexism, racism, cruelty to animals, environmental destruction, and violation of basic human rights, the world was a wonderful place. Now the elementary feeling of happiness is hard to come by. I understand why most people choose to turn a blind eye. It's easy to be happy when you don't care.
     At least I have my motorcycle.





This handsome pigeon is William of Orange. Who is William of Orange, you might ask?
William of Orange was a male war pigeon of British military intelligence service MI14. He was awarded the 21st Dickin Medal for delivering a message from the Arnhem Airborne Operation. This message saved more than 2000 soldiers at the time of the Battle of Arnhem in September 1944. Its official name in military record is NPS.42.NS.15125. He received the Dickin Medal in May 1945.[1]
Communications in that battle were a problem for the Allied units; German troops had surrounded the airborne forces and the few radio sets present malfunctioned. William of Orange was released by British soldiers at 10:30 on 19 September 1944 and arrived at his nest box in England at 14:55. He flew over 400 km (250 mi) and the message he carried was one of few to make their way back to the United Kingdom.
William of Orange was bred by Sir William Proctor Smith of Cheshire and trained by the Army Pigeon Service of the Royal Signals. Smith bought him out of service for £185 and ten years later reported that William was "the grandfather of many outstanding racing pigeons".[2]
So now you know

Here is a little glimpse into my drawing process for tattoos. It starts out really sloppy and gross. If it's a large project, I usually have to redraw it multiple times, adjusting size, placement, perspective, etc. The average sleeve takes me about 5 hours to draw. And that's the part I don't get paid for.

And just for posterity, here are pictures of my favorite recent projects. 

I'm sending love to you all. Thanks for looking.