Abstract brushstroke tattoo in black, grey, blue and teal sweeping across a man's lower leg, with ink-splash marks.

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Abstract brushstroke on a lower leg

Calf · Mixed · Photo

A lower leg carries an abstract tattoo of sweeping brushstrokes. Solid black and grey strokes curl up the calf, with a dark ink-splash shape and small droplets along the right side. Two bright blue strokes and a pale teal wash sit in the centre, and the soft-edged shading gives the piece a painterly feel against plain, light skin.

Calf Brushstroke Abstract Ink splash Brush stroke

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Sit down, the lot of you. The four-ten is late, and late trains like an audience. Walter Tully painted the departure boards at Hollin Junction for forty-one years, with a sable brush and a pot of size, and he never once used a stencil. People said his letters looked as if they were running for the train themselves.

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The winter the fog came down thick off the moors, the signal lamps were no more use than spent matches. Walter stood on the footbridge with a tin of lamp-black and a bristle brush, and he painted long swooping curls up into the air, the way smoke leans when an engine pulls away. Then he flicked a splash of ink where the buffers should have been, and a few spots where the wind was, so a driver would know the line was clear to bend. Nobody believed a daub could guide a locomotive.

The blue was for the sea, which Walter had never seen, and the teal was a wash he borrowed from the ladies' tea room sign. Mrs Okafor from the parcels office swore she watched the four-ten come through that murk, following the strokes like a dog follows a whistle. It stopped a yard short of the black splash, exactly where the ink had run dry.

When the fog lifted, the brushwork was rained off by morning. But the driver said the platform smelled of linseed for a week afterwards, and that's how I know it happened, because nobody notices the smell of linseed unless a painter has been about.