auf wiedersehen

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Waking up begins with saying am and now. That which has awoken then lies for a while staring up at the ceiling and down into itself until it has recognised I, and therefore deduced I am, I am now. Here comes next, and is at least negatively reassuring; because here, this morning, is where it had expected to find itself; what’s called at home. But now isn’t simply now. Now is also a cold reminder, one whole day later than yesterday, one year later than last year. Every now is labelled with its date, rendering all past nows obsolete, until - sooner or later - perhaps - no, not perhaps - quite certainly: It will come.

The tattoo I got in Reykjavik, Iceland; and my beloved bear necklace that inspired it.

roxxtwospirit:

Homage to the greatest female tattooer that has ever lived and one of my personal heroes:

Whang Od (Buscalan, Philippines)

When Whang Od was twenty-five, the man she was in love with died in a logging accident. Instead of looking for a new husband, she dedicated her life to tattooing and now sixty odd years later she is the last practitioner of an art form that many scholars believe is nearly one thousand years old. Whang Od is still tattooing in her nineties.

dallasanartist:

my half finished tattoo, 

 so so lovely