Life does not stop and take caution to the delicate canvases that are our human form. These are our bodies and our flesh is the shell, subjected to the most weathering of all. Permanent or temporary, inflicted or natural, the skin we wear constantly has unique markings, showing where we have been, what we stand for, and what is important to us. Sometimes they hurt, sometimes they make us blush, and sometimes they’re exactly what you were looking for.
Spring 2013