I’ve never seen the point of the elaborate inkings found on the bodies of Japanese underworld characters. Until last week, that is, when I came across these. Then I got it, finally: being outcast from society frees those so treated to turn their skin into something that could only astound and inspire and elevate anyone who is truly looking. That’s what high art does. And that’s how being outcast Yakuza in Japan becomes a singular privilege, rather than a general curse.