Zach Zupancic

Zach Zupancic

Senior Designer, SolidWorks addict, AutoCAD zealot, Cyclist, Shade Tree Mechanic, & moderately tall. 

Tattoos and driving with gloves

There are very few moments in a person’s history that they have a chance to really modify how they look, and subsequently feel about themselves. I really don’t know what it is about body modification -tattoos specifically- that really makes me attracted to them. As with everything, there is a point where too much is just too much: full sleeve and full back for examples. Then again, there are times when full sleeves are just amazing to behold.


When most people get their first tattoos there is a real and true meaning behind it. Unlike the protesters armband, it cannot be removed; it must have roots and foundations within its lines. What does this drawing mean to Jeg? What does he understand about its simple lines that we don’t understand? While he may explain it to you, you can never really grasp its true meaning; pardon the pun, you may understand its surface meaning, but not the lies beneath.

hug o war by shel silverstein

Then again there are those first tattoos that don’t have a strong emotional meaning; they are just a memory of the past. It just may be something that you want to carry with you for the rest of your life; like my future tattoo. While there is no deeper meaning within its curves, its shape has remained with me for the last 7 years. It was by pure chance and laughter that the name came about, and maybe that is its deeper meaning; life through chance and laughter.

So now that you have the design that you want inked upon your skin, the next hurdle is where to place it. Placement of a tattoo, in my opinion, is just as important as the design itself. Is it going to be: hidden, half shown, fully exposed, arm, leg, chest, pelvis, foot, neck, hands? Jeg never really had this issue; from the moment that the design was set, as was its location


It was my fault that we have had to postpone this event a week, but I really wanted to be there; and what is another week of some over preparedness?

Just like that tattoo's location, he knew exactly who he was going to get his tattoo from; Little C's Tattoo and Vintage parlor.


Little C’s shop is a house turned into a business. Its waiting room is extremely relaxing, and has quite a few little treasures for sale; two of which fit in a way so perfect, that I couldn’t resist taking a picture.


Then came the waiting game. Even though we had a tentative appointment at 3, Jeggi didn’t actually sit in the chair until around 4:15. It wasn’t an issue though; both of us knew that there was no reason to rush into something that will permanently be placed on your body.


It was very awesome to see that Little C was as concerned, if not more so, than we were with the cleanliness of his tools and skin as we were.


With the design placed on the transfer paper and applied to Jeg’s bicep, we were finally able to see what the final product would look like.


With everything all set, Little C started the onslaught -finally get to use that word- of ink.


He finished up on the lines, thickened them out a bit and we were able to see the near completed tattoo.


Now it was time to add a dash of color and some shading to pay homage, and give it some depth.


It took a total of about an hour from start to finish, and it turned out beautifully. There were, however, moments when I thought that the tattoo was not going to turn out well. At one point the ink was smeared awkwardly, and since I was standing to the side I thought that the strands of hair turned into a full head of hair. My worries were nothing more than a bit of jitters, the artistic leeway that Little C took, even though frightened me at first turned out to be one of the better additions. Thanks to Jeg taking the leap in getting this, I really don’t have any fear of the artist's hand when it comes time to place mine.


After the inking the local Christmas parade was just about to start and it was cold. So we walked the block to Primo and stood in line for a warm cup of coffee and a viewing of the parade. The parade was just as fantastic as it has always been; lackluster. And thanks to this cold evening, I was finally able to wear some gloves; even better I got to drive in some. Sure it may seem like an awkward transition, but new experiences for all eh? Jeg gets something that can never be removed, and my hands get kept warm while driving.

-till next time