The word tattoo is a loanword from the Polynesian word tatau, meaning “correct, workmanlike”. Sailors on the voyage later introduced both the word and reintroduced the concept of tattooing to Europe. The first written reference to the word tattoo (or tatau), appears in the journal of Joseph Banks (24 February 1743 – 19 June 1820), the naturalist aboard Captain Cook’s ship the HMS Endeavour: “I shall now mention the way they mark themselves indelibly, each of them is so marked by their humor or disposition”.
I love tattoos. I got my first one when I was 17 and I had already been waiting a few years for it. Please, let me introduce you: This is Sylvester He appeared one day in my in my left calf. Actually, my mother had to come with me and sign some papers, because of my age. 20 years and still a good looking cat!
The next year, I wanted a “ying-yang” so bad. My mother chose the “background”. I love this old man looking good and evil in the palm of his hand. He lives in my right “lat”.
“T” reminds me every day: “Don´t do what others do, asshole”. A couple of friends wanted tattoos so they asked me to go with them. One dragon, one lion, and “T” 😀 In my right calf, T looks like Sylvestre´s bodybuilder cousin so, be careful, T loves to bite 😉
The philosophers are always looking for something, usually “The Truth”. A couple of eyes in my left arm reminds me to look twice, hear twice, think twice.
My right forearm grew over time. It born as happiness kanji, accompanied with two advices to get there: “dare to know” (Kant) and “Know yourself” (Apollo´s temple inscription). Years later, a bunch of disjointed dots built a maze. Allegory of life 🙂
When I arrived Amsterdam for the very first time, I needed more than a souvenir 🙂 This place stimulates my mind and soul in so many ways… I was having breakfast in a coffee shop: Natural orange juice, Colombian black coffee, biscuits, and PowerPlant. The waiter was from Barcelona, we were talking about places to visit for a while. He continued his work and I began a tourist guide. It was there: 20% off in a tattoo studio in the Red District with this coupon. The rest is in the books 🙂
An exclamation point (mark) behind the left ear. A question point (mark) behind the right ear. Left side of the brain handles analysis, logic, numbers, questions (?). Right side handles creativity, sensations, feelings (!). So, here they are, my surprise before our analytical capacity and my question before our creativity.
After my second trip to Amsterdam… Sorry, it is what it is 🙂 Left wrist, probably one of the most ancient written words: Weed (Surprise!). The point on the top is the sun. Just below, a house. Inside the house, two plants faced down, drying.
Some years ago, when the economic crisis began in Europe, I started to miss something: smiles. By the time, I read a quote. “If wherever you go want to find friendship, smiles, and poetry, take them with you”. My lovely and smiling thumbs (right and left):
After my last trip to Amsterdam, two years ago and still with the quote in mind: Poem title wordplay, “kiss me for breakfast” if you trust my word 😉 Anonimous beautiful “poem” in Spanish.
Finally, a portrait of my friend, “Maria” 🙂
And you, any tattoo?