My enthusiasts find incredible ways to support my work. Recently, I had a devotee, Katie, tell me that she wanted to commemorate her initial tattooing experience with “something special and representative” of herself and her love of cats. After finding my work in a mail order catalog, she just happened to choose an indelible image of Eros (minus the empty bowl).
I find these acts of permanent expression awe inspiring and for the longest time, I never personally considered getting a tattoo. After a few years of developing my calligraphic gestures, I have had several people ask me if it would be something that I would do; I never really thought about -until now.
When I received Katie’s decorative skin art photos, I was no less amazed than when I see my work on other substrates. Now, I began to wonder… Is my courage budding? Might I actually break through my wussiness to enthrone my own calligraphic work on the largest organ of my body?
Then again, perhaps I’m entering a mid-life crises and wish the need for something radical. For me, tattoos are pretty radical, but I was actually hoping for a brand new Z4 roadster…
For now, I’ll admire my work on surfaces other than my own.