When San Francisco Ballet principal Taras Domitro was sidelined with an injury, he decided to cheer himself up by getting another tattoo.
After coming up with the perfect statement, he used an app to translate it into Elvish, the Tolkien language.
The tattoo, which coils around his forearm, reads: “Everything is beautiful, and nothing hurts.”
In a field populated by young, exquisitely fit artists — in which pain is just part of the job, and one’s body is always on display — tattoos have become a fashionable form of self-expression and affirmation. Under his velvet doublet, the tenderhearted prince in “Swan Lake” might be inked with howling wolves and the Great Wall of China. The trembling swan queen herself could be tatted up beneath her tutu like a heavy-metal rocker.
One of the best-known tattooed dancers is Sergei Polunin, the former Royal Ballet principal who became a YouTube star with a yearning dance to Hozier’s “Take Me to Church” that put his lavish ink on view. (He was once part-owner of a London tattoo parlor.) New York City Ballet principal Joaquin De Luz bears intricate artwork on his shoulders, arms and ribs.