50 x 35cm
I take off my clothes. When I am bare it bothers nobody, gripped
as they are in amazement at the sight of the meticulously
delineated images tattooed on my skin. I move this way & that
way, then hold the pose. Every square inch of my anatomy is
covered. I am, yes, an illustrated man, so to speak.
People gawk at the images & designs created by the careful
highly skilled persistent pricking of a needle & ingraining
of indelible pigment. For some this is colourful permanence
of a most peculiar kind. A living work of art, they look at
me & think their thoughts.
I know there are those who are of the opinion that when I
die I should be stuffed, presented & placed on permanent display
in a museum. But I wonder...