Realistic tattoo of a bearded classical bust wearing a foliage crown, shaded in grey on the face and set against a blue wash background, on a forearm.

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Bearded classical figure on a forearm

Realism · Forearm · Mixed · Photo

A large portrait of a bearded male figure in the style of a classical sculpture, with a crown of curling foliage across the top of the head. The face and beard are shaded in detailed greys with fine texture in the hair and beard, giving a sculpted, three-dimensional look. The background is a loose blue and teal wash with touches of warm tone, and the piece runs along the forearm with other tattoo work visible at the edges.

Realism Forearm Portrait

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The bust comes up in the trawl net on a grey Tuesday, and by the time you have it on the galley table the cook's mate has already crossed himself twice. It is the colour of wet slate, heavier than a pan of stock, and somebody has wound a crown of stone leaves round its brow. The sea has been at the beard. Barnacles sit in its curls like seed pearls, and the nose has gone soft, but the eyes still look past you at something over the porthole that you cannot see.

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The captain says it is a saint, the mate says it is a drowned magistrate, and you say nothing, because your job is the stove and the stove wants feeding. Still, that night, when the galley is empty and the lamp swings on its hook, you take a wire brush to the forehead. Under the scale the stone is warm, which cannot be right. Rust runs off it in thin blue threads, and the light through the port turns the whole face the colour of a bruise going over.

Three days later the mate is down with fever and the bust is gone from the table. You find it in the bread store, turned to face the hatch, the wet stripes of the storm still drying down its cheeks. You do not ask how it got there. You set the kettle, tell it the soup is for the men, and leave the door open a crack so it can hear the sea.