Dayak Tattoo (Indonesia)
By Tsering Tenzing Ghale @ Story Of My Tattoo Each time I passed it the number grew and grew. See the show, not possible. Surprisingly, the huge, dark, polished nails, long curly hair and fit lady moved a little. The space between the two photographers was enough to push myself within. Nobody liked my move. Admiration, out of the box. Well, you got to take the advantage of the situation. Is it not? A girl in here early twenties was on the traditional Indonesian carpet, lying. The apprentice had her shoulders. She could hardly move. Her eyes were closed. The small light on her round Asian face had my heart melted. Her eyes closed forcefully with the beats of the wooden hammer (Ulin). I can’t say; pleasure/pain. It is very difficult to say. Some tattoo for the beeping machine pleasure while others do not. This has become one big question till date. Not all wood can be used as Ulin. It must be a special wood. Today’s center of attraction is master Hendra (Folk Tattoo Spac