What's my tattoo? Well, that's debatable. Some see a primate. Others a common domestic animal. I always joked that I would get the word "MONKEY" written above my ambiguous artwork and put an end to all the confusion.
Cut to a sunny Easter Sunday, many years later. My sister and I celebrate the holiday with an impromptu tattoo session in the East Village. My monkeykitty makes me snicker every time I catch of glimpse of it. It reminds me to stop being so vain, make decisions without regret, and never take life--a temporary state--too seriously.
