Tattoos are an expression of the self. A visual splender for the eyes that conveys a uniqueness set to a time, place or person. But just like the self it can be flawed. The artist may not be able to convey these beauties. And you're left with a tramp stamp of a butterfly with the name hot stuff. What do you do then? Accept it or remove it. Even in the very act of removal we reveal a tale as old as time itself. That is the human experience.