“Whenever I bring up the subject of the next tattoo—my fourth and, I swear to him, my last—Ben goes all quiet and sad-eyed and painfully inarticulate, and I seethe in confusion. It has taken a few of these non-conversations for me to draw out his discomfort: he claims it’s not the tattoo itself but the act of tattooing, some stranger’s hands on my skin, the needle and ink, the bloody process. That’s understandable. Tattooing is art, and it’s mutilation—creation through destruction.”
— “The Stone Of Help" by Sarah Marty-Schipf