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Egyptian woman with eye of Horus and ankh sketch

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A pencil drawing on a sketchbook page shows a woman in profile wearing a striped Egyptian nemes-style headdress and a broad collar, with an ankh and an eye of Horus with a spiral tail below her. The linework is light and sketchy, with some soft shading on the headdress and face. The design is drawn in a long, narrow panel with a faint outline, and no colour is present.

Eye of horus Ankh Sketch Profile Collar

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The lamp has been guttering since the boy brought the paraffin late, so I am working by the window with my pencil almost touching the paper. Tomorrow the foreman wants the south wall finished before the heat comes up off the cliffs, and I have spent the whole morning on one small panel that will not sit still.

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It is a woman in profile, the striped cloth falling square past her shoulders, a broad collar of beads laid in rows like the scales of a fish. Above her shoulder hangs an ankh, and below the chin, an eye with its heavy brow and the long curl at its base, the tail the old masons gave it so the eye would not roll away. I have traced it four times on squared paper. Each time the curl comes out a little tighter than the wall.

Yusuf found me at dusk with the lamp in his hand and looked over my shoulder for a long while. Then he laughed and said the curl was not the masons' work at all, only a flake of lime where some visitor had pressed a thumb into the wet plaster years ago, and that I should leave it alone. He was right. Under the raking light I could see the true line, faint as breath, running on beneath the chip where the spiral ought to be.

I put my pencil down and drew the eye as the wall had it, with the gap left open. It looks unfinished. I think that is the honest way to copy it, and I have written as much to the office in Cairo, though I doubt they will care. Tomorrow I will carry the sheet up the ladder and hold it against the stone, and the eye will look back at me the way it looked back at the masons, not quite finished, and not quite done with us.