I was new to Austin in the 1980s. Just turned 30, turning over a new leaf, and I had some crude, old “bad boy” tattoos on my arms that needed covering up. Rollo Banks [“Page Two,” April 20
] was working here. He turned those ugly skulls and snakes into beautiful tribal designs. I came back to him for some dragons and other nicely done “oriental work.” I remember our conversations about oriental art and of the great Hori Yoshi, the Japanese master tattooist. Who will forget the covers of the Chronicle
on every Chinese New Year done by him ["R.I.P. Rollo Banks," April 20
]? I have Rollo's art on me now and forever, and I'm proud of it. Long live Rollo!