Luar stopped the other day and sat down. Zina, look at me. Do you remember me?
Do I know you, I responded. Yes! 15 years ago I offered to give you a tattoo. Uh, oh, uhmmm. Hey, did you weigh about 30 kilos less then? Si!
Luar! Luar Martinez was just starting out as a tattoo artist them on Isla, making house calls. At the time, I was at Hotel Caracol in downtown Isla Mujeres.
Luar, one of three anacronym sons of Raul, was passing through on his way back to Austin from Japan, where he was learning new color technigues.
His business in Austin, Ancient Ink, is quite successful.
My backside isn't ready. Look, these are Japanese colors made with thin reeds, he said pointing to new work on his sleeve. Wow! Intense.
But I'll just let the issue fester in my head. I like what my friend Kathryn has chosen. Daisies on her toes that she can shove into business pumps when showing houses at open houses. It's her own little secret. Well, I guess the client above has a secret, too. One that will give the crew on that first colonoscopy a real chuckle!
