Black and grey realism tattoo of a man's face wearing a bandana, with a moustache and goatee, on the skin of a limb.

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Black and grey realism portrait of a man in a bandana

Realism · Other · Black and grey · Photo

A large portrait of a man wearing a dark bandana, shown from the forehead to the chin, with a moustache and goatee. The linework is fine and the shading is smooth, with soft gradients on the skin and fabric and strong contrast in the eyes and beard. The image is in black and grey, and the portrait fills most of the frame with a small part of another tattoo visible at the left edge.

Realism Other Portrait Man Bandana Moustache Face

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The dye vat had been cold since Tuesday, and Maud Pennock still had a grey smear to her elbow when the carter brought the stranger up the lane on the morning of her daughter's wedding. He wanted a length of black cloth, nothing else, and he laid a silver button on the scrubbed table as if it were a coin for bread. Maud had no black left, so she dipped a bolt of linen in the last of the oak galls and walked it through the iron pot until the water ran the colour of a wet slate roof.

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He tied the cloth over his head, close and tight, and went off to the church without a word about what it was for. The bells had cracked at Lammas and nobody in Thornage had the money to recast them, so the wedding was to be quiet. The stranger climbed the tower stair and sat in the ringing chamber with his back to the wall, and when the bride came up the path in her mother's veil he began to pull the rope himself.

The note that came out was low and dull, like a shutter closing on a grey afternoon, and nobody in the lane had heard a sound so plain. Maud's daughter laughed until she had to hold her husband's arm. The stranger came down the stair with the cloth still tied and took the silver button back from Maud at the gate, turning it once in the light before he put it away.

That evening Maud refilled the vat with galls and oak bark, and she kept the cloth's leftover scrap pinned inside her apron, though nobody had asked her to.