Everyone's asking the wrong question. It was never about knowing what art is. To define a thing is to imagine we control it. We don't want to control art. We want to know where it is. Where it is made. Where it is respected. Where it has room to grow. And where it finds a place to stay. On skin, it stays for a life. A tattoo does not end when it is finished; it begins there, and moves through every version of the person who carries it. Few things are asked to last that much. So we examine before we mark. Not to control the idea, but to know it can live on the body that holds it. The artist is sovereign. The body is not content. We welcome artists from all over the world and respect their craft. We look ahead. We ink with purpose. Because there is a place where art has a heart. Art in the right place.