A Day in the Village of the Last Tattoo Artist of the Kalinga

She picked up a small wooden bowl containing a thick, black ink made from soot. From a compartment under her house, she retrieved her tools—a bamboo stick not longer than her forearm with a short and thin pomelo thorn sticking out of one end, a slightly larger and sturdier bamboo stick, a thin leaf of dried grass, a piece of cloth riddled with splotches of the pigment she uses, and a tiny bottle of oil she rubs on the skin as treatment.