"I know I hung on that windswept tree, Swung there for nine long nights, Wounded by my own blade, Bloodied for Odin, Myself an offereing to myself: Bound to the tree That no man knows Whither the roots of it run. None gave me bread, None gave me drink. Down to the deepest depths I peered Until I spied the Runes. With a roaring cry I seized them up, Then dizzy and fainting, I fell. Well-being I won And wisdom too. I grew and took joy in my growth: From a word to a word I was led to a word, From a deed to another deed.". . From the old Norse The Poetic Edda (ca 1200). ------------- Young Ian McShane just resting against a tree, funny that we completed this project on a Wednesday ! Done on my friend Daniel, who was brave enough to sit through this two days in a row. Thank you so much for this project, and for sitting so well 🖤. Done at #Glamort . 🇨🇦Montreal 03/08-08/08. *FULL* 🇬🇧London mid august - September . . #tattoo #blackart #blacktattoo #blxckink #blackwork #btattooing #blackworkers #blacktattooart #onlythedarkest #dotwork #tattrx #linework #dotworker #darkartists #WTT #QTTR #london #londonbased #tttism #vgnink #lehegarattattoo #odin #norsemythology #yggdrasil #huginnandmuninn #edda #norsepoetry #wotan (at Montreal, Quebec)
