My Grandmother's name was Rose. My only tattoos are a rose and "All my love" written in her handwriting, it's how she used to sign all of her cards. She was a woman made of elegance and wit. A kind heart and a sense of humor, she carried herself with grace, that left no person to be a foe. I miss her all the time.
So, whenever I'm bored or lacking inspiration I walk to the nearest grocery store and buy a bouquet of roses for myself. After a few days, I throw them in my bath tub and turn them into a camera's subject.