Psychexero

My 4th tattoo happened in the vicinity of my 24th birthday in the company of my sister-friend Natalia.  I'd moved back to Las Cruces, NM from Lubbock, TX and was having a single-girl moment in my life.  I'd just finished a shortlived relationship with a guy we're pretending didn't happen, and I hadn't started dating my first fiance' Brian.  She knew I had a tradition of getting tattoos on my birthday, and we hadn't had any real time together since I left for California.  What started as a girl date ended at the tattoo parlor.

I won't lie, I picked the tattoo off a wall of flash art.  I walked in with a general idea of what I wanted, but with my non-existent art skills I couldn't have drawn it or explained to the artist what I was after.  I wanted a celtic knot, and a heart, and feminine.  I saw this particular piece in the middle of another larger/more elaborate piece and knew that I had found my next tattoo.

My intent behind it was to show how complicated love can be.  This particular knot is like an infinity band, it has no beginning or end.  Relationships can start and end, but love isn't like that.  Even if a relationship ends, the attachment you have to a person is never completely gone.  Even if it's random and infrequent, the person crosses your mind.