Black and grey dotwork tattoo of an astronaut in a spacesuit on the forearm, shown from two angles.

Enlarged with AI from a smaller original

Astronaut in a spacesuit on a forearm

Dotwork · Forearm · Black and grey · Photo

A standing astronaut in a bulky spacesuit and helmet, with a backpack and chest unit, is shown in a large version on the forearm and a smaller version nearer the wrist in a second view. The design is built from fine stippled dots and outlines, with dotted shading across the suit folds and panels. The image is black and grey on a plain light background, with the composition focused on the tattooed arm.

Dotwork Forearm Astronaut Helmet Space

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The suit came into the conservation room at Hollin Valley Museum in a crate that smelled of mothballs and something sweeter underneath. Nobody had asked Marion Tulley to open it. The donor's letter said only that the suit had come back from lunar module trials in 1971 and that the family wanted it looked after, not displayed. She cut the tape with a scalpel and found the helmet first, wrapped in a bath towel printed with ducks.

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Over three weeks she worked through the chest unit, the pale nylon of the backpack gone the colour of weak tea, and the fine dotted wear on the knee panels where someone had knelt on gravel for hours. Every dent had a speck of grit in it. She photographed each one under the raking lamp and logged it in pencil, because pencil does not fade. Her assistant, a lad called Kieran who wanted to be a welder, asked whether it was haunted. She said it was only heavy.

On the nineteenth day she reached the left glove and found a folded card tucked behind the wrist ring. It was in a child's capitals: DAD, DON'T FORGET THE PLANT, and beneath that a drawing of a runner bean in a pot. Marion sat with it for a long time. Then she slid it back inside the glove where no visitor would ever see it and sealed the cuff with a strip of archival tape.

Before the case closed she checked the label one more time. It said the suit was on loan from a private collection, which was true enough. Kieran asked if they should write the card down somewhere. 'No,' she said. Some things belong to the people who kept them, and the plant, she supposed, had been watered by someone since.