All posts for the month November, 2012

Youngstown resident Eric Wilson displaying his unique and vast array of tattoos. Photo by Rick Polo.

Featured Art: The Price of Glory (The Body Canvas of Eric Wilson)

By Rick Polo (Editor-in-Chief)

Eric Wilson began tattooing his body nearly three and a half years ago. The 24-year-old Youngstown resident, was 21 when he got his first taste of body ink, and has since gone on to having two full sleeves, his chest, torso and a majority of his legs covered.

“If I want to do something, I’m going to do it and not regret it 20 years from now,” explained Wilson of his “Live Fast Die Fun” slogan across the top of his chest. “It’s about living in the moment and not caring about what others think, or what their reaction is to me.”

Directly below that slogan is another one of Wilson’s standout tattoos, and one of his favorites as well. It’s a detailed scenery of a city skyline colliding with a graveyard.

“It turned out to be a coincidence that the ‘Live Fast’ is above the city and the ‘Die Fun’ is above the graveyard,” said Wilson. “It wasn’t even planned out to be like that.”

A vast majority of Wilson’s nearly 50 tattoos hold great significance to him. One of them being the Blink-182 bunny logo on his left forearm, symbolizing the band that inspired Wilson to pick up a guitar and persue his passion for music. However, his most important ink is the portrait of his late grandfather on the back of his left leg.

“He was probably one of the hardest people I’ve ever lost,” said Wilson. “This way I feel he’ll always be with me.”

Two other very significant tattoos Wilson has are phrases tattooed on his sternum and right arm.

His sterum reads “Everyones cross to bear, the crown the wear on endless holiday, and all these demons they keep me up all night.” Of the tattoo, Wilson said:

“I think everyone does have a cross to bear in their life. And some people choose to wear it and let it keep them up all night. But sometimes you have to let it go, as hard as that could be, so you can finally have peace.”

Finally, Wilson’s forearm reads “So tell me what’s the price to pay for glory.”

“Those are lyrics from the band Finch. And I just wonder in my mind, really, what is the price to pay for glory? Is it doing good deeds? How exactly do you reach glory? I think it’s impossible.”