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[who was referenced at the end of my entry yesterday] -- I'm getting a tattoo of her ^^
For anyone unfamiliar with Ms. Sand, briefly enlighten yourself. Anyway, this idea's sort of the offspring of a conversation between a few friends and myself when we were at the convention in New Orleans, about literary tattoos. Now 2/3 of the conversants are going through with it; me, and my friend, whose tentative inking I designed myself:
Facing left, Mary Elizabeth Braddon, sensationalist author; facing right, Virginia Woolf. My friend has developed an affinity for Victorian women since entering grad school ^^ The fleur-de-lis commemorates our time spent in New Orleans, where my friend suffered something like a 105-degree fever before doctors down there finally diagnosed her with mono. She now views that city as the place where she kinda died and came back to life. (We plan on going back.)
Less creative wiggle-room with myself. While I sorta liked the idea of finding a depiction of Sand in drag, I kept gravitating back toward a detail of a painting of her entitled Die Junge George Sand:
Something about the way she is posed, hand on hip, is more ostentatious, more UNGH!!--than any drag renditions, I think. Also I kinda like the way the flowers contrast against all the black. Anyway, given that this particular detail is sort of framed cameo-style, I think I'll have it put on the back of my calf, where there is a natural round. I am also toying with, but not entirely committed to, the idea of closing the bottom with a quotation, not by Sand but about her, made in a letter to her by her first lover:
"True philosophic soul, you are right, but yours is the truth that kills."
[sans the red] I suppose that originally the quotation would've been in French, but given how I don't speak or understand very much of it, I'm keeping it in English. ('Sides, Sand knew English, so.) Anyway, I'm due in to the bookstore in like 15, so I'll be off--Good morning and Adieu! ^^
For anyone unfamiliar with Ms. Sand, briefly enlighten yourself. Anyway, this idea's sort of the offspring of a conversation between a few friends and myself when we were at the convention in New Orleans, about literary tattoos. Now 2/3 of the conversants are going through with it; me, and my friend, whose tentative inking I designed myself:
Facing left, Mary Elizabeth Braddon, sensationalist author; facing right, Virginia Woolf. My friend has developed an affinity for Victorian women since entering grad school ^^ The fleur-de-lis commemorates our time spent in New Orleans, where my friend suffered something like a 105-degree fever before doctors down there finally diagnosed her with mono. She now views that city as the place where she kinda died and came back to life. (We plan on going back.)
Less creative wiggle-room with myself. While I sorta liked the idea of finding a depiction of Sand in drag, I kept gravitating back toward a detail of a painting of her entitled Die Junge George Sand:
Something about the way she is posed, hand on hip, is more ostentatious, more UNGH!!--than any drag renditions, I think. Also I kinda like the way the flowers contrast against all the black. Anyway, given that this particular detail is sort of framed cameo-style, I think I'll have it put on the back of my calf, where there is a natural round. I am also toying with, but not entirely committed to, the idea of closing the bottom with a quotation, not by Sand but about her, made in a letter to her by her first lover:
"True philosophic soul, you are right, but yours is the truth that kills."
[sans the red] I suppose that originally the quotation would've been in French, but given how I don't speak or understand very much of it, I'm keeping it in English. ('Sides, Sand knew English, so.) Anyway, I'm due in to the bookstore in like 15, so I'll be off--Good morning and Adieu! ^^