I’ve been debating whether to get a tattoo for years. I like the idea of something “permanent” on an inherently impermanent surface; Something that should serve as both a reminder of what once was and a guidepost of things to come; something distinctly and uniquely yours.
This print reminds me of the tattoo I’d ultimately get. It’s an English translation of a haiku:
Barn’s burnt down —
I can see the moon.
After all, it is autumn—the time of the harvest moon. Now is the time to reflect upon uncertainty, impermanence, and change.