“A tattoo is a true poetic creation, and is always more than meets the eye. As a tattoo is grounded on living skin, so its essence emotes a poignancy unique to the mortal human condition.” — V. Vale
We are born and then we die. And in between we do something that is called living.
But that is not enough.
We need others to know that we have lived.
“I was here.”
Among all the other billion creatures just like you.
We create art, we make babies, we build empires of all sorts.
“I was here,” we shout to the world.
We want to be apart of this world, to feel accepted by others, but we also want to stand out.
And I think tattoos are just that. A certain way of telling others that we are just as human as they are, that we have a story to tell.
Truth be told, we all have a certain vision about how our bodies should look like. Some people want tattoos to express that ideal.
You know that terrible cliche: “Don’t judge a book by its cover?”
Well, I think that in a certain way we know that the vast majority of people will only judge us based on appearances alone, thus we try to fill the gap between who we appear to be and who we really are.
Having the story of who you are, what you enjoy most, what you love or hate or fear scribbled on your body is a way of filling the gap.
It’s a shortcut for those who really want to know us.
A testimony, if you will, to the fact that we are just as real as they.
That we have lived a significant life on between the moment of our birth and the moment of death.
And there’s nothing more beautiful than that.