Mutual Admiration?

Enter a more tribal me.

On my list of “Things to do Before I Die” you will find:

“Be canvas for bodypainter” (oh paint me, please) (really).

Tiger, snake, dragon, abstract, geometric, alien from another planet…latex? Either way it doesn’t matter. I’ve got time. It’s the journey I am interested in not the art. Surely there must be something intensely intimate in allowing somebody to paint your skin.

The semi-erotic aspect of allowing your skin to be colored and patterned appeals to the sensual parts of me. The very act itself seems to invite a kind of vulnerability that is quite foreign to me. I think I could learn something about myself that would help me in other areas of my life. Am I starting to sound a bit New Age?

By the way, none of this ties in with the point I am about to make.

I would like to be transformed into a tiger because I can relate to the courage, stealth, and power of this magnificent animal, same for the snake and the dragon. I suppose I admire them. The alien is just for fun.

I wonder if tigers in Siberia or India would fancy the chance to be painted to look just like us in a spirit of mutual admiration.

I doubt it.

I hope that we continue to need natural forces more than they ever need us. At least that way I know there is hope for the planet. Unfortunately the Custodian Ship is about to embark on its maiden voyage. Or so it would seem.