were so different from the panhandlers we see in the States.
On this summer's trip I looked for a new subject.
Full-arm tattoos got my attention. Two-feet of ink that stays with you for life, a strong public statement about interests, style, and self-image.
Here are some of my photographs.




Last year a plumber's helper visited my classroom. Both of his arms were covered with images from another Tim Burton film, "Frankenweinie". He said his art-for-life cost $4000.
Last week I met Adam who made felafel sandwiches for us. He probably used his right hand (marked "work"). The other one says it is for play.
When I look at these people I wonder,
"What's the difference between
1) getting full-arm tattoos and
2) agreeing to wear a Hawaiian shirt 24/7 for the rest of your life?"
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