Jay D Wilson, born December 25, 1981 in a small town called Mayfield, NY. Decided to join the United States Air Force in July 2000, 2 weeks after graduating high school. I was then stationed at Whiteman AFB, MO served years as an Active Duty member. I decided to leave active duty to come home and take care of my grandmother when she became terminally I'll with cancer. Once she passed away i continued my Air Force career with the Air National Guard, where I became Active Duty again. On July 12th, 2016 I hit 16 years in the United State Air Force. I will retire when I reach my 20 years of Active Duty. I have always loved tattoos, I have quite a few large pieces. I knew I wanted a sleeve a few years back, and I have been in my search for an artist that could capture my ideas, literally take them out of my head and put them on skin. A friend of mine, her sister received a tattoo from Mr. Grin Stylez ( THE GOD) and I fell in love with his work, the details, how soft it was. I have always been afraid of black and white being to dark. I wanted a very soft, feminine tattoo. As girly as you can get it. A lot of artist I researched couldn't create a soft feminine image.. meeting Grin Stylez was and is an absolute pleasure. He becomes your friend, he treats you like a person not just a tattoo, not just a dollar sign. My first time meeting him, he made me feel comfortable and that I was going to be able to trust him and his idea, I was excited and slowly but surely he was able to create MY STORY.. I don't call it a tattoo, a sleeve, ink or any other term that is used.. it's MY STORY..MY STORY, is for my mother that passed, she was my life. When she died a part of me died with her.. it's been 9 years sinceshe passed away. The clock, represents time.. time since she's passed, time to heal from broken relationships, friendships and family issues. Time doesn't heal all wounds but gives you time to find yourself. I have learned a lot in my 34 years on this earth. The Rose...my mother loved her rose garden. It gave her peace, it was a hobby. She had the best roses on the block. No matter the holiday she wanted roses, all colors. They made her smile. I have picked up her hobby, since I am not the best at gardening I wear them on my body.. candles are to mourn her. Enternal flame, that will never become dull.. The woman.. the woman is a resprensation of my mother and I, morphed into one. BEAUTY IS IN THE EYE OF THE BEHOLDER. The mirror.. Insecurities.. me, my life.. I have never been able to see myself as others do. I lack confidence.. it's an everyday work in progress.. My mother told me to always start my day in the mirror, I'm beautiful.. I am my mother... the woman's spine is a key hole.. and the inner part of my arm is the key for that key hole.. I dont know when, how or why, but I will find what it takes to unlock my soul.. make my heart beat, and beat fast, make my smile become real again, find my purpose in life...until then, this is MY STORY... and I build new chapters everyday...