I never envisioned becoming an avid tattoo enthusiast. But unwillingly I have become just that. By proxy, one could say. All of the tattoos I’ve made/had now actively speak a language of desire and magic that has taken on a new life. This I knew in theory when I started out (I got my first one in 1989) but praxis made it tangibly real. Each little symbol and sigil still communicates according to the original desire. And the new ones added say Hi in a courteous manner, and then play existential ball with the others. When you have more than one tattoo, they begin to tell a story, as there are two (or more) narrative points of entry/exit. They talk to each other. A lot. And thereby accentuate and amplify the totality of the identity that they represent (in powerful parts). I love Ray Bradbury, and especially his illustrated man in the story with the same name. The images integrated in the illustrated man’s skin are alive, and actually much to his own detriment. People get freaked...