Full colour Alice in Wonderland tattoo across a woman's back and left arm, showing the Cheshire Cat in a tree, the Mad Hatter and a DRINK ME label on the sleeve.

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Alice in Wonderland back and sleeve tattoo

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The tattoo covers a back and full arm sleeve with scenes from Alice in Wonderland, including the Cheshire Cat grinning in a tree, a signpost board, a large red flower, and the Mad Hatter with a teapot on the upper arm. The linework is bold and the shading is soft, with smooth blended colour in greens, reds, blues and yellows. The composition runs from the shoulder blade across the back and down the arm, with the design wrapping around the limb.

Back Upper arm Shoulder Alice in wonderland Cheshire cat Tree Teapot Mushroom Playing card Flower Sleeve

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Sit nearer the stove, you, and mind the kettle, because this is the bit where the wind gets in. My grandfather painted signboards along the whole length of the harbour road, and the one he was proudest of never hung over a shop. It stood in a field above the mudflats with a single dead elm for company, five arms pointing five ways. UP, DOWN, YONDER, TWIST, and a fifth that said only BACK, though nobody who read it ever found the way back.

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He was paid in pilchards and a bottle of gin by a woman who never gave her name, only said she had come from the big house with the stopped clocks. She wanted the tree painted too, and she wanted the cat in it. Grandad said cats don't hold still for a brush, and she said this one would not move until she told it to.

So he painted the grin first, wide as a rowing boat, with no body behind it, just teeth and a low chuckle he swore he heard when the paint dried. Then the rabbit's waistcoat, red flowers taller than gulls, and a small bottle labelled DRINK ME that somebody had left in the grass.

The last thing he painted was the shadow under the signpost, and that was when the cat laughed out loud. Grandad packed his brushes and walked home along the shore road, and he never went back up. But every spring, when the tide is right, you can still see those arms reflected in the wet sand, all pointing different ways, with the grin hanging over them.