Don't spend it all in one place.

Today, I heard this phrase twice, in completely different contexts. It couldn't make any more sense.

La mierda siempre llueve para abajo.

finding out

alex

Fuerza Bruta

Stop searching for meaning

As much as I find irritating to be asked the question: what do your tattoos mean? I find it fair, and interesting. In which ever way, the lack of meaning and the meaningfulness is equally interesting for me.  

In a very 'purist' reading of the purpose of tattoos one could say they define us, they define out identity, who we are, or who we choose to be for all that matter.

However people change, people change all the time, they grow old, they grow out of their believes, they re-invent themselves. And tattoos have for centuries being part of rituals to 'mark' those reinventions, but also have being mementoes of what one once was, because people also needs to remember who they were and are no longer.

The permanency of these definitions can be heavy enough to put people off tattoos altogether, or it can also become heavy after sometime or  event,  so much that covering them up becomes a need. There are  those who are not even that concern on what the next image would be as long as it covers up the old one.

Is it possible to choose an image that will always stay true to who we are?



If this was the closest example to what I'm trying to say here, what would be my 'pure' tattoo? Mara? Woman? Human? all three? surely there is thousands of those, and that would not help me answer the question: Who am I? I guess I would need to be more specific. Full name, Gender, Race, Ethnic group, day and time of Birth, place of Birth, a picture of my face? at what age? would I then need to update it every couple of years then?... oh dear.. sounds like my passport. And it will still not answer the question. It would be just a list of words and images that don't say who I am, not by themselves, not together. It would mean nothing at all.

Of course this all started as a joke, or more as just wanting to play with my equipment really. And I wanted it to just be that, a bit of a game. No pressure, no stress, no permanent damage done. I did not want to think of 'what to tattoo'. I did it just for fun in a day that promised boredom. Still, because I am  who I am, I also find it fun to write a lot of bollocks and over think stuff where there is nothing to think about. Funny enough the result is still the same: there is no meaning.

And these are probably the stupidest and the most meaningful tattoos I have ever done at the same time. They also smelled great.

productive boredom

asking too much

white tropical winter

happy metal dance

I miss standing on my feet. 

And my knee bending with no pain. 

los dias donde nada resuena.
ni tus palabras.
ni el viento.

como fantasmas que no rebotan en ningun lado

que no tocan nada, ni atraviesan

que se vacian, como una gotera en los talones

donde se me escapa todo,
los sueños
la conciencia

como llegue aqui?
como llegue hasta aqui?
tan lejos de mi

Gris

Selective Memory

Finish a film and put it in a bag.
Finish the next, and then the other one.

Forget

Memories are not made in sequences. Experience is not done in order. Life does not present itself in series.
Reality has not got a catalogue. Not all beautiful things are the same colour. Not all beautiful landscapes are empty.
And you don't remember only the 'beautiful' things.

I usually never publish photos that are family album like, it was kind of an experiment, took 11 films that had been collected for around 2 years to develop and choose all of those photos that when saw them the first time  moved me in some way. Its amazing how much we leave out in the search of 'beauty'.