I meet Phyu, a tattoo artist,
in her studio in the suburbs of Yangon.
Then start the tattoo. Aung Kyaw Kyaw is lying on a bench like those used for bodybuilding. All instruments and inks are prepared on a small table and everything looks clean and sterilized. Black inks are prepared in tiny bottles. A friend of the tattoo came to take some pictures of the event. Everything is done with concentration and total silence. Gradually the contours of the client’s mother take shape on her skin.
It is almost moving to witness the irreversible act that is happening for all existence on what we all have most personal and most precious: the skin.
This unique and irreplaceable skin that dresses us all our existence.
Around 2 pm, the first stage of the tattoo ends and we leave each other. Phyu suggests to me to transmit later the photo of the tattoo that will be finished at a next meeting.
Phyu tattoo artist.
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