Colour traditional-style tattoo of a bearded figure with a crown of thorns and a yellow halo, with a red mark on the forehead, on skin.

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Bearded figure with crown of thorns and halo

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A bearded male figure wearing a crown of thorns is shown in bust view, with a red mark on the forehead and a purple cloth draped over the shoulders. Bold black outlines define the features and the crown, with flat areas of colour rather than shading. A large yellow halo sits behind the head, with dark, leafy shapes and red-brown skin tones filling the surrounding space.

Traditional Halo Portrait Foliage

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

In the kingdom of Lessary, which is not on any map, the chapel of Saint Orrin stood at the end of the salt road. Its painted panel had gone dark from a hundred years of candle smoke, and the gold of its halo had flaked to the colour of old butter. Nobody in the village could remember who had first painted the face, only that the eyes had been left empty so the saint could watch the fishing boats go out and come back.

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Tamsin, the chandler's daughter, was given the job of cleaning it the spring her father's hands shook too badly to hold a brush. She mixed ochre with linseed oil and sat on the cold step for nine days. Each morning the purple cloth came back a little brighter, and each evening a crack had opened across the forehead again, as if the wood remembered the damp better than she did.

On the ninth night a boat did not come in. Tamsin climbed the cliff path with a lantern and found the mist lying in the bracken like a dropped shawl. She held the light up to the panel. The painted face looked back at her, the red stroke on its brow fresh and wet, and she understood that her father had been right all along: the saint had never been painted to look kind, only to look at the sea without blinking.

She took down the lantern, trimmed the wick, and set it in the window facing the water. One by one the boats found the light and came home along it. In the morning the halo was gold again, though the paint was still soft, and nobody in Lessary could say whether she had mended the saint or the saint had mended her.