Haylie Krug

I started to feel gifted ingress towards the tattoos. my early young adult fun with my dad was making a joke bet that I would be able to get a high gpa for a year and I get a gift of a tattoo on my birthday. I had made the bet on the fourth of July... my entire senior year was the most elective classes for the arts, easy enough to skid me into passing through the bitter Sweet ending to the last year's schedule. I made sure that I was going to graduate with a good gpa and a diploma to get the claims to a brag worthy piece. thanks to the elective class (creative writing) I got to spend time with one of my most skilled artists. she is the one who etched the original pic of my 1 St tattoo. (pic posted of my shoulder). after that 3 hours of a session and stopping 2 times I was in love with the permanent art work and how much paitients and craft the the artist has to have in order to make it a little less than painful session. loads of love to nina my inspired artist and victory ink for the arts that cumbered me into the craft of life long insperation to keep me loving the art. there is an inspired collection of deticated, to my life long friends, and there arts, all over my body now. I've been collecting ink for my birthday ever since then, while also collecting good friends and artists' portfolio concepts.