Blue, teal and yellow watercolour-style silhouette of a figure with one arm raised, surrounded by splatter dots, tattooed on the upper arm.

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Blue silhouette of a figure on upper arm

Upper arm · Colour · Photo

A solid silhouette of a figure in a long flowing dress, with one arm raised overhead and the other extended, sits on the outer upper arm. The filled body uses soft blue and teal tones with lighter mottled patches, and small splatter dots spread outwards across the skin. The image is a close, straight-on photo of the tattoo against plain skin, with a grey sleeve at the edge of the frame.

Upper arm Figure Silhouette Dress Splatter Dancer

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Maud had the last of the potato water on the hob when the swing lamp above the range caught the roll and threw a figure up the galley bulkhead. It was blue, the deep, watered blue of the ink she used for labelling tins, and it leaned into the sway with one arm lifted towards the ventilator as though someone on deck had called its name. She stopped stirring. Outside the porthole the sea was the colour of slate, and nothing out there was dancing.

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The second mate had a wind-up gramophone in his cabin, one record scratched down to a waltz and a hiss, and for three nights of the crossing Maud had heard it through the thin wall while she scrubbed the big pans. Tonight it had gone quiet. She took the tin of ink from the spice rack, dipped the back of a wooden spoon in it, and flicked the spoon towards the bulkhead, the way she had once seen a man flick paint at a fairground booth in Weymouth. Dots landed on the tiles, on the copper, on the sleeve of her oilskin hung by the door.

By morning the splatters had dried to a pale bloom across the white paint, and the figure stood where the lamp had left her, arm up, skirt flaring towards the stove. The second mate stopped in the doorway with his cup and asked who had done that. Maud shook down the ladle and said the sea had got into the ink, and he laughed, and wound the gramophone, and for once the needle found the groove without skipping.