Black and grey botanical bouquet tattoo of pansies and sprigs on the upper chest, below the collarbone, in fine line shading.

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Botanical bouquet on upper chest

Botanical · Chest · Black and grey · Photo

A dense bouquet of pansies, leafy sprigs and small blossoms is shown in black ink on the upper chest, just below the collarbone. The linework is fine and detailed, with soft grey shading that gives the petals and foliage depth. The bouquet sits centrally on the skin, with the neck and hair framing it above and a dark top below.

Botanical Fine line Chest Bouquet Flower Pansy Sprig Leaves Blossom

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The order book at Trewin and Sons lists the bouquet in a clerk's neat hand: pansies, three sprigs of rosemary, a leaf of wild mint, one pear blossom from the south wall, wrapped in tissue and sent on the seven-forty to Redruth. Ada Trewin read the line twice before she sealed the envelope, because the pansies were the wrong pansies. Her father had bred them in the glasshouse, a dark purple-black that opened like a face turned to listen, and he had never sold a single one.

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The widow's letter came in March, written in pencil on the back of a seed packet. It said her husband had asked for the bouquet himself the week before he died, and that he had drawn it for her on the inside of a tobacco tin so she would not get it wrong. Ada took the tin down from the shelf. The drawing was done with a steel nib, every petal shaded by fine hatching, the mint sprigs no thicker than a hair. Underneath, in small capitals, it said: FOR THE DAUGHTER WHO KEEPS THE GLASSHOUSE.

Ada went out in the cold wind with the secateurs and cut every black pansy left in the frames. She bound them with the rosemary and the mint, and when the pear tree put out its first blossom she added that too, though it was a week early and she knew the widow would not mind. The carrier took the box at nine. She wrote the price in the book, then crossed it out.

That evening she went back to the frames with a lantern and found one more, half hidden under a broad leaf, its petals gone the colour of old ink. She left it where it was for the spring.