Ron's Tribute to his Father, 9/11, and Firefighting

Ron found me about 2 years ago while I was working at Voluta. I remember him coming through the back door unexpectedly. The front door was locked (as usual), so being a fireman, he found another way in. His wife Carla ended up getting a small piece from me, and it wasn't until recently that we ran into each other at a bar in Fountain Square. He had an idea stirring in his head, of a phoenix, rising from the ashes. I got to work, and set the bar high on his first tattoo:




The original sketch, after a few revisions:

The final color mock-up: