“I am moved by fancies that are curled
Around these images, and cling:
The notion of some infinitely gentle
Infinitely suffering thing.”

This is Drew’s tattoo:

This quote is take from “Preludes“ by T.S Eliot.  I first encountered this poem at age 15, and remember it as the first piece of poetry that really struck me.  Almost 15 years later, and I made a career change into the performing arts, and made the decision to have it tattooed on my right wrist.  It has become something of a mantra, and a reminder.  The work was done by Apro, at West Side Tattoo in Brisbane, and I could not be happier with it.

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