Inkluded’s Sam philosophises about his recent obsession with black tattoos…
The first tattoo I ever got, almost ten years ago now if you can believe it, was a piece of Ed Hardy flash.
It was the first time I’d ever set foot in a tattoo studio and as soon as I saw those flash sheets hanging from the walls I instantly fell in love with the bright, bold traditional designs. Like a moth drawn to the flame, I too was drawn to the colours; the blood reds, sunflower yellows and the deep ocean blues.
From that point on every design and tattoo I received had to have colour. It had to be bright, it had to be bold. It’s a love affair that remains to this day.
But it’s also a love affair that has recently hit a rocky patch. It seems my head has been turned by another. Something fresh and new and exciting. Something that makes me close the curtains, turn off the lights and dulls the allure of my once beloved colours. That something is the all-black tattoo.
Up until quite recently I would always picture a tribal tattoo when I thought of a tattoo with no colour. It would seem I was being a little naive and narrow-minded in my view of what just can be achieved when using just black ink; even just a casual stroll through what is being created using the most limited of limited palettes absolutely blew my mind.
Where I once thought that a lack of brightness would leave a tattoo looking… well… looking lacking if I’m honest. I now feel the lack of something actually adds so much more to the finished piece.
The use of negative space and clever shading techniques leads to some of the most jaw dropping tattoos I’ve ever seen, all the more jaw dropping when it’s done with one colour ink.
For myself at least, it would appear that colour has had its time in the sun. It’s time to take a walk on the darker side of life.