Black silhouette tattoos on the side of the neck behind the ear, showing a heart, top hat, Alice, the White Rabbit and a teacup in a simple solid style.

Alice in Wonderland silhouettes on the neck

Neck · Black and grey · Photo

Five small solid black silhouettes run diagonally down the side of the neck, from a heart near the hairline to a teacup at the lower edge of the frame. The motifs are Alice, the White Rabbit, a top hat and a teacup, all drawn as flat shapes with no internal shading or fine detail. The image is black and white, and the tattoos are spaced with plenty of skin between them, so each motif reads clearly.

Neck Heart Top hat Alice Teacup Alice in wonderland

Find an artist for this

Take it to an artist as a reference. A good artist will make it yours rather than copy someone else's tattoo.

A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The rabbit's ear had split again along the fold, so I taped it with a strip of gaffer and hoped Mrs Okafor would not notice before the matinee. She noticed. She always noticed. Cutting the figures was her job and mending them was mine, and in eleven years at the Gull Street Penny Theatre nobody had ever asked why the lantern threw Alice so tall on the back cloth.

Keep reading

The set was simple. Five pieces of black card hung on a wire and drawn across the lamp in order: the heart first, then the top hat, then Alice with her hem swinging, the rabbit hurrying after, and the teacup last, because Mr Pell said a tea party should always finish a show. We cut them flat as slate, with no shading, because the lantern wanted edges and nothing else.

On the Thursday before Christmas the teacup was already on the wire when I came in. Nobody had hung it. The card was cold, as if it had been left out in the yard, and a thin ring of damp had dried on its rim. I left it where it was. At seven the lamp came up, the heart slid past, then the hat, then Alice, and when the rabbit crossed the cloth it stopped short of the teacup and dipped its head, politely, the way a guest does before sitting down. The audience clapped. In the wings Mrs Okafor was not clapping. She was staring at the wire, and so was I, and the teacup stayed exactly where it was, waiting for someone to pour.