Black and grey butterfly tattoo with dotted wing panels and a bold outline, placed on the forearm.

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Butterfly tattoo on a forearm

Traditional · Forearm · Black and grey · Photo

A symmetrical butterfly with outstretched wings and curved antennae is tattooed on the forearm, viewed from the front. The wings combine bold outlines with fine dotwork shading and solid black fills, with lighter scalloped sections in the centre of each wing. The design is centred on the arm against plain skin, with a partial view of another person's hand and a striped sleeve at the right edge.

Traditional Dotwork Forearm Butterfly Wing Antennae

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The lock keeper at Cosgrove swears the boat is too wide for the chamber, and you believe him only because your father is asleep on the roof with his cap over his face. You have the paint tin open on the cabin step, black as a stove blacking, and a sable brush worn down to three hairs. Nan always said a butterfly was the hardest thing to paint on a boat, because nothing on a canal is meant to fly.

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You work the dots with the blunt end of a darning needle, one at a time, counting them against the ripple of water under the gates. The bare scallops you leave for last, filling them with lime wash that dries chalky and pale, the way the sky goes over the reservoir in February. Your sister passes with the windlass and asks what it is for. You tell her it is so the boat knows which way to go when the water is low and nobody is steering.

When the boat is sold at Braunston, the new owner stands on the towpath with his hands in his coat and asks you to explain the picture. You shrug and say it was painted in a hurry. Then you watch him climb aboard and step over the wings, careful not to scuff them, and you feel the old cold tug in your chest, the one that always comes at the last lock. Behind you the gate swings shut, and the water settles to glass, and the butterfly keeps its place on the cabin side for as long as the paint holds.