Your skin is a canvass. With your skin, you can write stories, paint images and create immortality. With your skin, you are able to understand RESURRECTION.
Yes, tattoo is an act of resurrection, of restoring lost images and finding dead texts buried inside your nostrils, hidden inside your shirt, or covered by your hair. Your tattoo is your beautiful scar, where the eyes can hunt for meanings and read paragraphs, sentences, lines, words, letters and more meanings.
In some parts of the world where tattoos are part of the culture, the idea of getting a tattoo is a part of acceptance to the beliefs and ideas of the tribe. In the Philippines, the only surviving tattoo artist in a certain tribe claimed that the culture of tattoo art in their tribal community is no longer recognized by the new generation. In fact, her grandchildren refused to learn tattoo art. She is in her 90s, with her body full of tattoos which she did on her own by using a sharp stick. In her early years, she was able to perform body tattoo without the use of a tattoo machine. Sadly, with no one interested to learn tattoo, their tribe’s tattoo art will no longer be passed from generation to generation and it will be lost forever.
I have high respect towards the American and European artists and I believe that paying my high respect is enough to let them know that there is no need to post their works here on my page. This time, I will pay respect to my fellow Filipinos who are able to show that Filipinos are not just good in screaming in the streets all for the purpose of exercising freedom.
Choco Borromeo, a sick friend who enjoys torturing demons in his sleep (inked by another sick friend with a sick twin, Klief Dofredo)
Ocho Toleran, a musician who is in love with tattoo machines (as what I’ve noticed)
Mak Patindol, another sick friend, an aspiring tattoo artist.
Ian Tayao of Queso and Wilabaliw, a human who is obsessed with the idea of “universe”