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Friday, August 30, 2013

I'm Looking Through You

Today I took a leisurely stroll downtown to meet my friend Leslie for lunch. While heading north on 105 street I noticed a woman walking toward me. I glanced at her as passers-by do, and noted that her top was revealing enough to show the upper portion of what appeared to be a full-torso tattoo.

My eyebrows moved upward imperceptibly as I realized what the tattoo portrayed: a cutaway view of the woman's internal organs. There were her ribs and sinew, her lungs, a network of veins and arteries. In the brief glimpse that politeness allowed, I had enough time to assess the tattoo's merit: somewhat macabre, but, from what I know of anatomy, remarkably accurate and realistic, with a very convincing three-dimensional quality.

As I said to Leslie a few minutes later, I can't decide whether I admire the tattooed woman's gumption or if I'm appalled by the gory garishness of the art. Either way, it's certainly her right to express herself, and I can't help but think of the tattoo as an interesting way to combat the male gaze. 


Andrea said...

I wonder if she's friends with Rick Genest, aka Rico the Zombie.

Earl J. Woods said...

Zounds! A distinct possibility!

"The Inner Jeff" said...

A shame you didn't ask to snap a photo. Another pictureless photograph to go along with the tundra icecream salesman on the Alaska Highway.