Black and grey geometric cubist face tattoo with yellow, orange and teal accents on the forearm.

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Abstract cubist face tattoo on a forearm

Geometric · Forearm · Mixed · Photo

A large abstract figure made of angular geometric planes, with a face-like arrangement of eyes and a pointed nose or chin. The linework is bold and dark, with stippled and hatched grey shading across the shapes and small patches of yellow, orange and teal colour. The design fills the forearm and curves with the limb, set against red tartan clothing and a pale background.

Geometric Forearm Eye

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Mr Oakes painted the booth face in the back of the Pleasure Pier shed the winter the lights failed, working from a bucket of cold tea and a photograph he kept turned to the wall. He never let me see the photograph. He said a man with two eyes sees one thing, and a face that wants to be remembered has to see the sea, the gantry and the girl at the rifle range all at once. So he gave it planes instead of cheeks, a sharp nose cut from a triangle of tin, and one eye the orange of a lifeboat flare with a red cross scored through it.

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The other eye he made teal, the colour of the water off the north wall at dusk, and he set it lower, as if it had been looking at something on the floor. I mixed his greys for him, stippling them on with a stiff brush until the shadows looked like rain on a window. Customers paid their coppers to stand in front of it and try to decide which side was looking back. Most decided the left.

In March the council sent a man in a grey coat to measure the booth for demolition. He stood a long time in front of the painting with his hands behind his back, then asked who the face was. Mr Oakes said it was nobody, only a sketch of a man who had been everywhere at once. The surveyor nodded and wrote something down, and I noticed he kept one eye on his notepad and the other on me.

Mr Oakes packed his brushes that night and left the face standing against the shed wall. By morning the tide had taken the north pier, and the face was facing the sea with both its eyes looking the same way for the first time.