Picture it and write: Once in a lifetime

by joetwo

Hi there! This is my offering for this week’s picture it and write for Ermilia’s blog here. Once again the picture is no it mine, I only use it for inspiration. Anyway enjoy.

Once in a lifetime

When the world famous artist Enrico Garibaldi decided to turn his hand to tattoo artistry and was looking for volunteers to be his “natural canvas” Linda could not believe her luck. She already had a number of tattoos and was a lifetime fan of Enrico’s work. It was a once in a lifetime opportunity.

There was stiff competition for the place but with a mixture of determination and no small amount of luck Linda was able to get one of the much coveted places.

It took nearly a week of thirteen hour sessions for Enrico to do his work. He had to work on Linda’s arm and hand in order to avoid tattoos that were already there but that was no problem, he turned it to his advantage. He drew an elephant whose head covered the back of the hand with its trunk extending down the middle finger allowing her to manipulate it giving the impression of real movement. It was very, very good.

The public agreed. Along with her fellow volunteers, Linda was brought to galleries and society parties in order to show off Enrico’s work. It was required that they wear as little as possible “in order to show the artwork in line with the beauty of the human form”. There was a lot of interest and people came from far and wide to see Linda and the others. She was having the time of her life.

In time however; the public tired of the novelty of Enrico’s body art. He soon decided to move on to new media and his adoring public went with him. Linda and her fellows found themselves left at the wayside, they found it difficult to go back to their old lives, the tattoos were all too big to hide effectively, especially from themselves, every look a reminder of the fame they had lost.

One day Linda was working in her coffee shop when a well dressed man came in and asked specifically for her. This was not too uncommon, there was still a small trickle of interested art fans who would come and admire Enrico’s work, though no where near the numbers it used to be. Linda didn’t care much, they were usually quick and left a nice tip afterwards.

She was a bout to pull up her sleeve when the man stopped her. He said that he represented a wealthy group of clients, people who collected artworks of unusual provenance for both their own private display and public donation. They were willing to pay a considerable sum for the tattoo works of Enrico Garibaldi so that may be “preserved properly for future generations”.

Linda was about to explain that the tattoo was in her skin and that she couldn’t just sell it when the expression on the man’s face stopped her cold. “My clients have the best surgeons in the world on their staff. You will not want for medical care. They will also ensure that you will be  adequately compensated for any ‘inconvenience’  it may cause, including loss of livelihood.

He wrote a figure on a piece of paper. Linda took a look and nearly gasped. She had never thought that that much money actually existed, not in real life. She looked at the man, he looked at her life, she looked at the tattoo on her arm.

Perhaps she could live without her right arm.