} art on ice. OPEN BLITZ

The tattoo artist looked at the drawing that Gair had given to him. When he was done examining the artwork, he told his costumer that he could do it for him, and instructed him to take a seat. Gair did as he was told, and waited for the tattoo artist to retrieve what he needed to make his work on the canvas that was Gair's skin. The pain of a tattoo was actually a relieving feeling for Gair. He liked how it felt, as weird as that sounds. If anything, it distracted him from any other pains or worries he was having at the time.

"Alright, sounds good," Gair said, "Around here would be good," the man told the shop owner, motioning to part of the outside of his upper arm. He already had a variety of tattoos on his legs, but he thought it'd be nice to have something somewhere else for a change. The tattoos on his body were like an art gallery. They were different pieces collected from different tattoo artists on his skin canvas over time. Almost every time Gair got a tattoo, he got it from a different artist. That was his way of not only giving plenty of different artists a chance to see who he liked, but also his way of seeing as many varying art styles as possible. Gair had had a passion for art ever since he was a child, which was what had inspired him to become a makeup artist, as well as a fashion designer himself. He had always wanted to be able to share his art with the world in a more 'wearable' way. Although, he'd never tried the art of tattoos. He thought that he'd try it some day, but for now, he'd leave it to the professionals.

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