By Erica Knight
The cresting wave tattoo was a replica of an image from his favorite porn star. He said it reminded him of the feel of water on his skin during rainstorms. We stood in front of the Chagall stained glass for a long time, and I thought, in the reflection of the blue glass, I could see his fluid nature. When the wave crashed, I apologized for not being able to ride the surf.
Erica Knight is a student and artist living in Chicago, IL. She writes about the intersection of art and love.