Colourful abstract geometric tattoo on a forearm, with fine black contour lines, blue and pink circles and blue, green and purple triangular shapes.

Abstract geometric forearm piece in colour

Geometric · Forearm · Colour · Photo

The tattoo shows an abstract form drawn in fine black parallel contour lines, rising above overlapping circles in black, pink and blue. Below it, angular triangular shapes fill in with blue, green, purple, orange and red gradients that fade into the skin. The forearm is shown against a brick wall, with the design running from the wrist side up towards the elbow.

Geometric Forearm Abstract shape Circle Triangle Line Gradient

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The brass-maker's daughter had been told she could not carry the big bowl down to the river, so she carried it anyway, balanced on one hip with a cloth folded beneath it. Her uncle said the water in the lower pools was thick with silt after the rains and that the bowl would sink. She went anyway, because the bowl had been her grandmother's and nobody had used it in a long while.

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At the bend where the reeds leaned over, a heron stood on one leg and watched her come. It did not move when she knelt. The bowl was black inside from years of smoke, and when she dipped it the water came up pale and striped, like the grain of a split plank. She saw that the ripples on the surface had lines running through them, fine and close, as if someone had combed the river with a comb of hair. Behind her a sheet of coloured light lay across the stones, red and green and a blue like a jay's wing, and it moved when she moved, though no sun was out to make it.

She filled the bowl to its lip and turned to go, and the heron lifted and went up in a slow spiral, past a pale disc of moon that had not been there a moment before. She carried the water home without spilling a drop, which surprised her uncle more than anything. He tipped it into the forge trough and the whole surface lit up with circles, one black, one pink, one blue, overlapping like coins thrown on a table. He said nothing for a long time. Then he took down the old tongs and handed them to her.