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  • The subtle art of the facial tattoo

    Last week I featured a facial tattoo that was not only large, but was also brightly colored.  Today I want to look at the other side of the coin.

    Okvit uploaded this image of his facial tattoo, which I think is a good example of a smaller, subtle piece.

    face1

    Before I talk about this specific tattoo, I want to take a step back to look at the art of facial tattoos and the significance they play in the wearer’s lives.  Now I obviously can’t speak from experience, and I would love to hear some stories from those of you who do have facial tattoos.  Now when it comes to visible modifications, the facial tattoo is probably one of the more drastic changes, at least to the unmodified world.  Our face, for the most part, is what people notice first about others.  When talking to someone, unless you’re a woman talking to a guy at a bar, chances are they’re looking at your face.  So when one chooses to modify their face, they are in essence changing the part of them that is seen the most.

    The ramifications of this change differ from person to person, but the fact remains that any kind of facial tattoos are an intentional modification that will permanently alter the way you are seen by others.  But I’m saying things we already know.  What I want to focus on is what constitutes a subtle facial tattoo, or is any kind of facial tattoo significant enough to go beyond the realm of what most would deem “subtle”.

    So looking at the lines above Okvit’s brow, would this fall into the same category as the girl who has the bright flowers covering half of her face?  Or does this qualify as a smaller piece that isn’t as significant?  Then again, I suppose it is all about context and who is viewing the tattoo vs. the wearer’s own feelings about the tattoo.  To the modified community, I think it’s safe to say that this piece is much more subtle than the other image, yet to those who are unmodified, does the same apply?

    In the end, does it really matter?  I suppose the person sporting the tattoo cares about what it looks like to themselves, and the views of others are secondary.  Yet in a cultural sense, facial tattoos have always held a position of significance.  Be it the facial lines of the Ainu, or the masks of the Maori, over time many cultures have adopted facial tattoos as a means of transformation.  The tattoos can show familial and tribal ties, they can denote when a boy becomes a man, when a girl is ready to be married, or in many cases, as a form of intimidation towards their enemies.  So while today’s world is drastically different in many ways from the past, the facial tattoo has remained in a position of denoting a significant change in the wearer’s life.

    I know that ModBlog has a lot of readers with facial tattoos and I would love to hear some of your stories about how things have changed for you, or if they haven’t at all.  Those without facial tattoos, what are your thoughts on them?  Are they something you would consider getting, is there a reason why or why not?

  • Around the world

    The urge to travel.  Some of us have it, some don’t.  Those that do can have it more than others.  To those that do, sometimes the journey is more important than the destination.

    Read that again, only this time replace “travel” with “be modified”.  Of course it could be applied to a great many things, which is what happens when you talk in generalities.  But lets get back to the travel bug.  I’ll admit I enjoy getting away, be it a road trip, camping, or hopping on a plane.  No matter the destination, there’s this thrill involved in putting your life into a suitcase and leaving everything else behind.

    Personally, I like to keep track of the places I’ve been.  Be it little mementos, photographs, or just dots on a map.  Whether the experience is good or bad, to me just being able to have the journey is enough to satisfy me.  So when I see a tattoo like this one, I can’t help but think to myself, where have I been, and where would I like to go.

    map

    Obviously this is still a fresh piece, and I don’t know if it is completed or not, but just looking at it makes me want to hop on a plane.  I traveled around the US this summer camping in a lot of national parks, so I think my next trip will either be spent visiting friends, or grabbing the first flight overseas and seeing where my travels take me.  Of course if I ever meet the anonymous submitter of this tattoo, I may ask if I can use a sharpie to mark off all the places I’ve been.

    It’s interesting to think of the ritual of travel, and how it varies for each person.  Like I mentioned I try to keep some form of memento of the places I’ve been.  For others, just the experience is all they need.  To some, packing as much as possible is the only way to go, others pack as little as possible to allow for some freedom while going across a country.  Then there’s the technology question.  Which in this day and age is becoming more and more significant a question.  When you travel do you bring your electronic gadgets?  Obviously those travelling for work would, but what about the rest of the people?  Do you “need” your iPhone if you’re hiking through the rainforest? Is your laptop vital when you’re walking the streets of Prague?  These are all questions travelers are faced with now.  20-30 years ago, these weren’t even options available to those going on a journey.  Have things changed so much that we can’t live without them, or is it still possible to just disappear off the grid for a while and enjoy where life takes you?

    Is there a special place you’ve been to recently?  Maybe one you’ve always wanted to go to?  Can you point it out on the map that’s tattooed on the person above?

  • The Travelling Gnome

    I’m sure most of us in North America have heard of the Travelling Gnome.  The idea is you steal someone’s garden gnome before you go on vacation, then take pictures of the gnome in places all over the world, which you send back to the person you stole the gnome from.  Then, when you return, you bring back the gnome and replace it as if it never left.  The result, you end up with a great story and experience, and the person who thought their gnome was gone for good gets a surprise in the mail (and their gnome back).  Of course over the years the gnome stories have spread all over becoming so popular that a travel booking website uses a gnome as its mascot.

    Well it seems the gnome is still on the go, and it looks like his latest spot was in Italy, paying a visit to IAM: Lady_FlameThrower.  You may remember her from a ModBlog post a while back about her Watchmen scarification piece.  You can see in the photo below that the photographer Alex Hen is featuring not only the gnome, but also Lady_FlameThrower’s surface bar and dermal anchors.

    gnome

    So has the urge to steal a gnome ever crossed your mind?  The idea of stealing a gnome is only scratching the surface of what travelers do for fun with their photos.  I’ve seen collections of people holding up cardboard cutouts of friends, other keepsakes from houses, and more.  Well ModBlog readers, have you taken a gnome or something else on your travels to document the  journey?

  • The Tell-Tale Heart

    But even yet I refrained and kept still. I scarcely breathed. I held the lantern motionless. I tried how steadily I could maintain the ray upon the eve. Meantime the hellish tattoo of the heart increased. It grew quicker and quicker, and louder and louder every instant. The old man’s terror must have been extreme! It grew louder, I say, louder every moment! –do you mark me well I have told you that I am nervous: so I am. And now at the dead hour of the night, amid the dreadful silence of that old house, so strange a noise as this excited me to uncontrollable terror. Yet, for some minutes longer I refrained and stood still. But the beating grew louder, louder! I thought the heart must burst. And now a new anxiety seized me –the sound would be heard by a neighbour!

    – Edgar Allan Poe – The Tell-Tale Heart

    Normally I would hesitate to post two images that as so similar this close together, but given the material presented, I couldn’t help myself given the connection between the two images.

    Below you’ll see a portrait of Edgar Allan Poe that Godsandmonsters uploaded.  Now because I was a lit major in university, tattoos tied to works of literature tend to catch my eye.  So when I saw Poe looking back at me, I knew I had to take a closer look.  One of the great things about Poe (aside from his writing) is that he always has a sort of haunted look about him.  Throughout his troubled life he was orphaned, served in the military, eventually started writing, married his 13 year old cousin who died still very young, became an alcoholic and eventually died in a bizarre manner.  You see, the night that Poe died, he was found on the street rambling about someone named “Reynolds”.  He was rushed to the hospital where it was discovered that he was wearing someone else’s clothes.  The eventual cause of death was determined to be some sort of brain trauma, although all records have since been destroyed.  In the years following his death, a jealous rival came into control over Poe’s literary holdings, and worked hard to destroy Poe’s reputation.

    But let’s take a step back.  While Poe was writing a good deal of his works dealt with death and loss.  These of course intensified after the loss of his wife.  Given his personal history, it was clear that his abandonment when he was a child, and the deaths of those around him contributed greatly to his works, but he also drew upon the works of others for inspiration.  In one specific instance, Keats’ poem “The Lamia” played a significant role in the inspiration of one of Poe’s sonnets.  ”To Science“, one of Poe’s earlier works, specifically refers to Keats’ poem (lines 229-238) in addition to using lines that echo lines from “The Lamia”.     The argument behind Poe’s sonnet is that as science is expanding it is taking away the mysteries of the world, and in doing so is ruining the world for poets as they look to the mysteries of the world for inspiration.

    So now look to yourself.  Do you think Poe ended up being right?  Did science and the modern age ruin the mysteries of the world?  Or is it still there, waiting to be discovered again by poets and artists all over the world?

    poe

    As for myself, I still think there is enough mystery out there, maybe not the same mysteries that Poe was searching for, but new ones for a new generation to discover.

    While we’re on the subject of artists, do you happen to have any art on yourself that you want to share?  BME is always looking for new submissions, and if you’re not a member yet, head on over to the main page and sign up.  Those of you who are members can also check out Godsandmonsters‘ story of getting tattooed.  While ModBlog shows of some of the great pieces submitted every day, there are hundreds more submitted all the time that are just as good, if not better.

  • Lycius and the Lamia

    Left to herself, the serpent now began
    To change; her elfin blood in madness ran,
    Her mouth foam’d, and the grass, therewith besprent,
    Wither’d at dew so sweet and virulent;
    Her eyes in torture fix’d, and anguish drear,
    Hot, glaz’d, and wide, with lid-lashes all sear,
    Flash’d phosphor and sharp sparks, without one cooling tear.
    The colours all inflam’d throughout her train,
    She writh’d about, convuls’d with scarlet pain:
    A deep volcanian yellow took the place
    Of all her milder-mooned body’s grace;
    And, as the lava ravishes the mead,
    Spoilt all her silver mail, and golden brede;
    Made gloom of all her frecklings, streaks and bars,
    Eclips’d her crescents, and lick’d up her stars:
    So that, in moments few, she was undrest
    Of all her sapphires, greens, and amethyst,
    And rubious-argent: of all these bereft,
    Nothing but pain and ugliness were left.
    Still shone her crown; that vanish’d, also she
    Melted and disappear’d as suddenly;
    And in the air, her new voice luting soft,
    Cried, “Lycius! gentle Lycius!”—-Borne aloft
    With the bright mists about the mountains hoar
    These words dissolv’d: Crete’s forests heard no more.

    –John Keats – Lamia

    I really love it when a picture is submitted that has such a rich back story behind it.  Tiffany George recently uploaded this image of a piece she had done.  The tattoo is a recreation of John William Waterhouse’s Lamia (on her knees).

    lamia

    Now, the story of the Lamia stems from Greek mythology, but it has its roots buried deep in many other myths.  The basics of the story is that Lamia was a beautiful woman, who had an affair with Zeus (I mean, who in Greek mythology hasn’t slept with Zeus?).  Well, from their little tryst, Lamia gave birth to children.  Hera, Zeus’ wife, wasn’t too pleased so she went and killed all of the children.  Lamia, so torn up with grief began roaming around eating children.

    From this point the myth diverges into many different stories, all depending on the time period that the story was told.  The tale itself began to travel and was adopted by many other cultures as a way to warn children about being bad.  Some of you may be familiar with the Baba Yaga story, or any other that involve a woman who lures children away to eat them.

    You’ll note the poem that I quoted at the top of this post.  Keats, one of the last romantic poets, told the story of the Lamia and Lycius.  In it the Lamia is a serpent who helps the god Hermes find an invisible nymph.  In return he restores her to human form, where she promptly falls in love with Lycius.  The two are set to be married, but right before the ceremony Lycius’ mentor reveals the Lamia for her true self, and Lycius dies of grief.  It is from this particular poem that the painter John William Waterhouse created a series of paintings depicting the Lamia, including the one that Tiffany tattooed.  One key thing to note in the image is the band of green around her arm.  In all of the paintings Waterhouse depicted the Lamia as a woman, yet had her draped in snake skins, which is what the green band is comprised of.

    So while we’ve established the myth of the Lamia, and the later romanticism about it, it’s interesting to also note the ties it has beyond a warning to children to behave.

    Now while you may not be familiar with the Lamia myth, you may recall the story of Lilith.  Now the Lilith story pre-dates Christian mythology by a few centuries, going back as far as 27th century BC Mesopotamia in the Epic of Gilgamesh where Gilgamesh encounters an early version of Lilith as a serpent in a tree and slays it.  In western civilization we commonly think of Lilith as being Adam’s first wife who refused to be submissive and ran away.  After her departure a number of different things happen to her, all depending on what version of the tale is being told.  In some she is pursued by the angels to return to the garden, and as punishment 100 children will die every day.  In others she runs away to marry the archangel Samael.  Regardless of the biblical related stories, the undercurrent is that Lilith was evil for leaving Adam, and at some point became serpent-like and was responsible for the deaths of children.  Of course in historical terms this meant the story was a reminder that women who seek power are evil in some form.

    These myths eventually led to the modern interpretation of Lilith, where she is as seen as a mother goddess, or as a being of natural power.  Wiccans revere her, while those who hold true to the original myths see her as a pagan goddess of witchcraft, and a demon who will cause women to sin.  No matter what your personal interpretation is, it’s safe to say that at some point in your life you may have encountered some form of either the Lamia or Lilith myths.  Just take a look at movies and television, Lilith was a character on the TV show Supernatural, the Lamia was an evil spirit in Sam Raimi’s “Drag me to Hell”, the White Witch from the Narnia books is a descendant of Lilith (granted the Narnia books are all Christian allegories so this shouldn’t be a surprise), and in del Toro’s “Pan’s Labyrinth”, the Pale Man both eats children and can remove his eyes (another staple of the Lamia myth).

    And even if you can say you’ve never encountered any interpretation of the myths, now that you’ve seen the tattoo and read this post, you’re no longer able to claim innocence.

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