Body art: self expression in the form of art permanently embedded onto the skin. It is articulation that will last forever on the surface of the human body. The buzz of tiny needles, quickly scratching the surface of flesh over and over meticulously hums in the private rooms. Each scratch adding to the creation, the creation that is adding to the meaning of the body it is becoming a part of. Samples of previous art are hung on the walls, laid out in books, and on papers that cover the entire first room. Ideas to be re-used and recycled for those who lack the creativity to create their own surround you. Ideas to be molded into new works of self expression are everywhere. Metal objects range from small to large are laid out in cases, on display for someone to choose them to make their statement, to be displayed no longer in the case, but now on the body.
Each room contains one- maybe two chairs, reclined and intimidating just as they would look at a dental office. Sterilization supplies, keep the art work pure, and from being contaminated. They lay in stacks on white counters with cabinets containing ink and equipment. Ink in all different colors and shades, picked to perfectly coincide with the decision about to be made. The ink that the artist uses will become a part of art's history, the ink that will express the desires and memories of the canvas, onto the canvas. As the canvas the body becomes the art. The art becomes a part of your life, permanent; like written expression. Words in a design form on the skin, in black or bright colors. A story being told from now on by the body art itself- no longer involving verbal words, but being told willingly by the canvas. The images sketched onto the skin tell a story of meaning and truth.
The story being told, in words or images, is permanently being spilled out onto the skin. Your ideas and design will forever be for the world to see, only covered by make up or clothing if the canvas chooses. Once the art is finished, it is a statement that has been made. You can’t re gather the idea or start over. An artist can however, rework the image, to create something new out of something old. But this only remolds the old creation- it will never be gone because under the new ink the old ink remains. Surgery may try to hide old stories, old images, but they will never be completely gone- just severely faded. Never gone, just faded.
My body yearns for the art. A body with art yearns for more, and more. It is no longer my body; now my body is a canvas for the art. The art reaches for my body. It is an addiction like no other, expression like no other, with permanence like no other. A tattoo is not on the skin: it’s in it.
Each room contains one- maybe two chairs, reclined and intimidating just as they would look at a dental office. Sterilization supplies, keep the art work pure, and from being contaminated. They lay in stacks on white counters with cabinets containing ink and equipment. Ink in all different colors and shades, picked to perfectly coincide with the decision about to be made. The ink that the artist uses will become a part of art's history, the ink that will express the desires and memories of the canvas, onto the canvas. As the canvas the body becomes the art. The art becomes a part of your life, permanent; like written expression. Words in a design form on the skin, in black or bright colors. A story being told from now on by the body art itself- no longer involving verbal words, but being told willingly by the canvas. The images sketched onto the skin tell a story of meaning and truth.
The story being told, in words or images, is permanently being spilled out onto the skin. Your ideas and design will forever be for the world to see, only covered by make up or clothing if the canvas chooses. Once the art is finished, it is a statement that has been made. You can’t re gather the idea or start over. An artist can however, rework the image, to create something new out of something old. But this only remolds the old creation- it will never be gone because under the new ink the old ink remains. Surgery may try to hide old stories, old images, but they will never be completely gone- just severely faded. Never gone, just faded.
My body yearns for the art. A body with art yearns for more, and more. It is no longer my body; now my body is a canvas for the art. The art reaches for my body. It is an addiction like no other, expression like no other, with permanence like no other. A tattoo is not on the skin: it’s in it.
Me and my best friends body art. Expression.
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