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Time to make new folders in my art collection on the computer for the new year..

Seattle tattoo design.

Based upon the Pacific Northwest art style. The otter represents solitude and curiosity. I would like to get two to represent each year I was living on my own in Seattle.

I’m still not feeling that this drawing is to the point where I would be satisfied to have it inked upon me. I’m not sure what it needs though, but I am starting to debate placement. Originally I was thinking that it would be nice wrapped around my left arm right above my elbow, leaving the backside of my arm open for a depiction of the Space Needle, but now I’m thinking that the otters could look nice in the place of the cliché sparrows on the upper chest. Parallel clavicles. I think it would also fit the placement idea better for the Haida.

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