A friend of mine who wishes to remain anonymous went to get a tattoo here in Tokyo. Tattoos being a visceral visual medium, and being a visual kinda guy (comic books and photography go well together, m’kay?) I begged and pleaded and with the promise of unending loyalty convinced said tomodachi to photograph the endeavor.
Since I was friends with an artist who specializes in just such skin-alterings, I recommended him. They hit it off. There’s not much to say. There was less screaming and less blood than I imagined, watching the ink get injected into the friend’s skin.
There were definitely moments during the 14-hour process that the friend was uncomfortable, and even winced in pain, but if pain can be judged by external reaction, screaming or wincing or something else that can be registered, then this was a largely pain-free experience.
However, the friend assures me this was the case only some of the time.