It’s embarrassing to admit, but truthfully speaking, I only recently (read: within the last few years) realized, or rather learned, that the narwhal is a very real, non-mythological creature of our oceans.
I know. And, before you ask: no, I haven’t been living under a rock. I merely lumped them in with the magical unicorn—because: horns—and just assumed. I assumed wrong, clearly.
Hopefully this isn’t the first time you’re hearing that narwhals are real… but I digress.
Back in October, I visited Portugal with my mom and sister, and ended up getting one of my favorite tattoos on my body. Fun fact: it’s totally meaningless, and I have no problem relaying that fact when people ask me of its meaning. Tattoos don’t need to have meaning. For those in the back: tattoos don’t have to have meaning.
Here’s my meaningless (but absolutely adorable) tattoo:
Their name is Siggy. And I love them.
My little narwhal skeleton started as a joke. Summer of 2018, my sister and I wanted to get matching tattoos but had no idea. I, jokingly, tossed out the idea of a narwhal (by now I knew they were real). That didn’t fly, but the idea stuck with me, and I fell in love. I didn’t want a cute narwhal (as most are), but I also didn’t want an aggressive narwhal. I’m a huge fan of illustrative, scientific sketch-esque tattoos, and that lent itself perfectly for a narwhal silhouette with interior skeleton.
So, I guess it’s not entirely meaningless, but it’s not the best of meanings. And whether you like that or not, I couldn’t care less.
But, for real, go see Ricardo at Alla Prima in Lisbon if you’re interested in a piece of artwork.