Self (scars)

I notice every summer that my scars really seem to pop when the sun comes out. They change colour, raise up a lot, and really stand to attention. Previously I have not really noticed any attention, as until last summer my scars were mostly on my legs and ankles. This year, I have thick (what I call my tiger stripes) slices on my upper left arm, and a pi symbol etched into my skin on my left arm. Wow, people really do stare! I understand that not everyone “gets it”, but people don’t even bother being subtle any more. At Glastonbury I had one man shouting “what the fuck have you done!” at me, and pretty much every day I’ve been out in the sun with a shirt/t-shirt on, I seem to garner some kind of attention, mostly people poking their friends and pointing. I guess it’d be easier to understand if I actually disliked the scars myself, but I really like them! They’re my pets. Some people like tattoos, they become a part of them. I like my scars. They’re organic. I created them, I healed, and they are there to remind me of things that happened and how I dealt with it. I am becoming more and more interested in documenting the scars.. as well as others. Perhaps a project in the pipeline. I like this one, too (which is old):