I get tattoos so I can feel my pain externally rather than internally.
And don’t say that’s what cutters do.
Because there’s no art in slicing and dicing.
There’s only a mess.
And I’m a mess already.
I don’t need a massacre in my room to prove that.
What I need is black ink on my skin as a biography of my story.
Because I want you to witness my pain in my art and see that I own my story.