Showing posts with label tattoo. Show all posts
Showing posts with label tattoo. Show all posts

Tuesday, January 29, 2013

Torches for the afterlife

Dear reader,



Tattoos fascinate me. The symbolism, tradition, story behind them. It's curious, how almost every tribe in the world practices some form of placing marks upon their skin. Whether it's cutting, tattooing or even henna. It's a symptom of the universal human tendency to make their stories known, of commemorating their experiences and sharing them with each other.

In Borneo, tattooing is a major deal. It isn't that uncommon to see little old ladies at the Sunday market, stooped backs, hair in buns or braids, with tattoos adorning their arms. Recently, tourism has taken over and figuratively blown the lid wide open on the tattooing industry. For the locals, it used to be a point of shame, a mistake of their youth, some primitive custom that society had outgrown. But nowadays, the interest foreigners have shown concerning tattoos have made them acceptable again; encouraged, exotic even. It's funny, how the appreciation of outsiders managed to bring about the acceptance of the locals.

In my tribe, (the Kayan tribe) besides being a talisman against evil spirits and bad luck, tattoos were also regarded as a sort of merit and reward system. The same way a girl scout would receive a badge for successfully lighting a fire, or for tying a specific knot, Kayan girls would receive tattoos based on their achievements. The more tattoos, the more useful and talented or highbred the girl was, hence the better wife she would make. One interesting thing about Kayan tattoo culture is that all tattoo artists were women. Kayan men didn't give tattoos, but they did receive tattoos, usually for protection and luck. My grandfather had no tattoos that I am aware of, which, I suppose, is unusual.

The Iban tribe, however, were much more poetic concerning their tattoo culture. The bunga terung tattoo (inaccurately translated as the 'Borneo Rose' for the tourists) is the most iconic Borneo tattoo. It is, literally, the traveler's tattoo. Its correct translation is 'eggplant flower'. It signifies the journey a boy must take to become a man. The spiral motif in the middle is the winding road to manhood, the petals surrounding it symbolize the obstacles he overcame along the way. The 'eggplant flower' was typically tattooed in pairs, on both shoulders just below the collar bone. They were placed where the straps of a pack would rest, to strengthen the wearer on their path to adulthood.




Like the Kayan people, Iban people used tattoos to describe their experiences, as a journal of sorts. Their experiences were a bit more adventurous than weaving and cooking, however. Neck and hand tattoos were the rarest. The former because it was extremely painful, the latter because you had to have killed a man. It showed your skill as a warrior, headhunter, or protector of your village.

Most Iban tattoos are solid and organic, depicting stylized animals or plants. Kayan tattoos, on the other hand, were more geometric and symmetric. Kayan society was aristocratic, ruled by the royal family and divided into different castes. The Iban people were more like socialists, and they didn't have a single tattoo artist. They simply took turns tattooing each other. Perhaps that's what caused the differences in tattoo designs.


Examples of Iban tattoo motifs



Examples of Kayan women's arm and hand tattoos


The poetry comes in when you find out the reason behind Iban tattoos. They believed that, when a person dies, their tattoos become torches, or beacons to guide the way in the afterlife. The more tattoos a person has, the brighter they shine, and the clearer the path becomes. Basically, their past experiences and triumphs eventually become their guide, their roadmap to navigating their way to paradise. Beautiful, isn't it?

Well. Enough anthropology for one day. I wonder if I'll ever get a second tattoo, a traditional one this time. Time will tell, I suppose. That's all from me, dear reader. Til next time, I remain



Yours,

Figgy.


Wednesday, October 6, 2010

Optical allusions

Dear reader,



How goes things? Been a while, hasn't it? I've been so busy recently. Assignments and things, you know. I've actually been trying to write a post for a while. I'd log on, intent on composing a mind-numbingly awesome post, but in the end I just end up staring at the screen for a few minutes--at the blinking bar thingy--then give up and move on to something else because my ideas weren't flowing fast enough, and I was too impatient to wait for them.

I love haikus. Yeah, I know. I pride myself on my segues. (I had to Google search that to make sure I spelt it right, heh) I like the imagery of them. They're more than poems, they're pictures painted with words, optical allusions. So I had this project, right. We selected a randomly-generated haiku, choose five keywords, then take pictures according to those keywords in a specific venue. Kind of like defining the place through the haiku.

So anyway, I've been mildly obsessed with them lately. I've been seeing haikus in everything. I'd say or think something, then mentally count the syllables. I've discovered I usually think in statements of 5 syllables, and only very rarely in 7. It's a strange thing.

My favourite random haiku generator is this one. I don't know why, they seem a little less random than the other sites I've been to. For example...


Torrid little tale.
Another jukebox baby.
Rattlesnake rain drops.


Shoe polish lipstick.
Get lynched by the Amish folk.
Dionysus dreams.


Lost America.
Radiating blissful rain.
Low breathtaking soft.


Tattoos are for punks.
No hangover tomorrow.
Deer in the headlights.


See? It's like 17 syllables of pure, unadulterated awesomeness.






I've been so infatuated with them that I've even composed a few myself. Well, partially composed. I saw this one 7-liner in a random haiku, and it got me thinking. This is what I came up with:

Technicolour thoughts.
Steam swelling from her language.
Silent anarchist.

Try and figure that one out, dear reader. Though it's pretty straightforward for a haiku. Oh, I have another one.

Your stars are shooting.
Optical allusions, ink.
Your hearts are bleeding.

That was actually a collaboration. The story behind its creation is pretty interesting. My friend and I were sitting in the cafeteria. It was a hot, sunny, lazy afternoon. I was drawing on myself, on my wrist. Just because, you know, I thought it'd be cool to draw something on my wrist. So I drew some stars, just a mini-constellation type of thing. It looked kind of boring, so I proceeded to smudge the ink, turning my stars into meteors. My friend was doing the same thing; she has a hearts-and-flowers tattoo on her wrist, and she was inking the hearts and smudging them, making it look like they were dripping.

So she turned to me and said, in a manner-of-fact way, "Your stars are shooting."

To which I replied, "Your hearts are bleeding."

We were quiet for a while, until I said, "That could be a haiku. The first and last lines."

And there you have it. The story behind the haiku.

Speaking of optical allusions--and yes, it's supposed to be allusions, not illusions--one of my lecturers advised us to publish our work via our blogs, because it gives us a way of compiling all of our stuff, a portfolio of sorts. He asked us how many of us actually blog regularly, and I kept quiet. I mean, psshh, like I'd actually let my lecturer visit my blog. That particular lecturer, anyway. So I've been thinking, should I make a new one? One devoted solely to my designy/artsy stuff? I have the name figured out already, you see. I want to call it, yup you guessed it, 'Optical Allusions'. What do you think, dear reader? Should I, or shouldn't I?

And with that, I abruptly take my leave. Sorry to blog and run, dear reader, but if you've noticed, it's 3 a.m. as I'm typing this. I should probably squeeze in 4 hours of sleep before I have to get ready for school. See you when I see you, dear reader.




Yours,





Figgy the Haiku Nerd