By Matt, Bravesoul Studios, Gorham ME.I got this tattoo in memory of a seahorse I named Sea Biscuit that I released my senior year of high school. I was in a marine biology class that caught her from an estuary, and brought her back to our tank in the classroom. Unfortunately the tank was overcrowded with fast-swimming fish that ate all the food before she could, a crab that kept trying to eat her, and coral that cut her skin repeatedly. Sea Biscuit’s health started declining and as I researched proper care for seahorses, I learned she was in great danger and was suffering a great deal. I presented this to the class and the school but was bullied over it mercilessly. I kept at it though, and finally my teacher agreed to let me take her back to the estuary because he wasn’t going to bother to come back to take care of her (or the others in the tank) over winter break. After school I rushed to Sandy Hook and stood holding her container in the 45 degree water for about an hour until she properly adjusted to the temperature, and released her. Every time I look at my tattoo I remember her, what she taught me, and how I hope she had/has a happy life where she always belonged.  

By Matt, Bravesoul Studios, Gorham ME.

I got this tattoo in memory of a seahorse I named Sea Biscuit that I released my senior year of high school. I was in a marine biology class that caught her from an estuary, and brought her back to our tank in the classroom. Unfortunately the tank was overcrowded with fast-swimming fish that ate all the food before she could, a crab that kept trying to eat her, and coral that cut her skin repeatedly. Sea Biscuit’s health started declining and as I researched proper care for seahorses, I learned she was in great danger and was suffering a great deal. I presented this to the class and the school but was bullied over it mercilessly. I kept at it though, and finally my teacher agreed to let me take her back to the estuary because he wasn’t going to bother to come back to take care of her (or the others in the tank) over winter break. After school I rushed to Sandy Hook and stood holding her container in the 45 degree water for about an hour until she properly adjusted to the temperature, and released her. Every time I look at my tattoo I remember her, what she taught me, and how I hope she had/has a happy life where she always belonged.