Body Painting

Can you draw on me?

Can you Tattoo-Me?

How "Tattoo-Me" Was Born

(Or: The Day I Realized Skin Makes a Way Cooler Canvas Than Paper)

So, there I was, minding my own business, painting away on a new canvas, when my friend hit me with the real deep question:

"Hey… can you paint on me instead?"

Now, I’m no chemist, but I do know that slapping oil paint and solvent on human skin is basically asking for a "Why Is My Arm Melting?!" horror story. So, being the responsible (and slightly obsessed) artist I am, I sprinted to the art store the next day in search of a less toxic way to turn people into art.

Enter: Henna.

I grabbed a kit, rushed home, mixed it up, and—wait, why is this paste the color of sad oatmeal? Turns out, the henna was older than my last relationship. (Six months past expiry? Hard pass.)

Back to the Indian minimart I went, snagged a fresher batch (…or so I thought), mixed it again, and let it brew overnight like some kind of skin-witch’s potion.

The next day, my friend dropped the iconic line: "Tattoo me!"

So I did. A gorgeous mandala on her back. And then? More friends showed up. Suddenly, my apartment turned into a pop-up tattoo parlor for people who like art but also like their skin cells regenerating normally.

Thus, Tattoo-Me was born—your go-to for temporary body art that’s bold, beautiful, and not a lifetime commitment.

Because let’s be real: Life’s temporary. Your skin’s temporary. Even your favorite jeans are temporary. So why should your body art be permanent?

For those who love art but also love not explaining a 20-year-old tattoo of an ex’s name, welcome to the Tattoo-Me family. Let’s make some ephemeral magic.