Every time I entered a room and she was there, my face would break a smile and my imagination would take flight.
It started behind her ear and winded its way around her neck and down her back connecting to the symbols at the top of her lower back. The way she wore her clothes exposed most of it yet every day I longed for a glimpse of more. What was beneath the bands of clothing around her back and her hips? Would she wear a different top that exposed more of the mystery? Would the colour of today's skirt blend with the design? Did the 2 sections in fact become one when revealed? Was the pattern repeated or was there a surprise?
If exposed. I kept trying to figure out how I would photograph it ... blocking this section one way ... another section that way ... then as a whole... Would I shoot from overhead showing it as 2 dimensional or would it come alive if I shot through the valleys of her shoulder blades , her buttocks and her ribs?
I never asked her if she would pose.
I never even spoke to her.
Alas, I never saw the whole tattoo.
But, as with most fantasies, I revelled in my secret whimsy.
