Black and grey portrait tattoo of a woman with ornate hair on the upper arm of a woman in a black ribbed bralette.

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Female portrait tattoo on upper arm

Upper arm · Black and grey · Photo

A woman in a black ribbed bralette and a thin bar necklace is shown from the chest up, with the upper arm tattoo in the left of the frame. The tattoo is a portrait-style figure of a woman with dark, ornate hair, drawn with bold black outlines and grey shading. The warm, soft lighting and close crop keep the focus on the arm and the tattoo.

Upper arm Woman Portrait Figure Hair

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Mae had been painting the same woman's hair for three days, and the hair was the only thing on the hoarding that wouldn't sit right. The cinema manager wanted the face finished by Saturday, the lamplight and the lilies in the corner of the frame, but every time she loaded the brush with umber the curls came out flat as wet paper. Her father, who had lettered every shop front on Harbour Row before his hands went, would have told her to stop fussing and let the black do the work.

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On Thursday she climbed the ladder with a tin of size and a cracked saucer of ink and tried it his way. She went in hard with the outline, one bold stroke per curl, then let the grey wash settle in the hollows underneath so the hair seemed to lift off the board. The face came up beneath it with a stillness that made the carpenter's boy stop sweeping. Nobody in Ellerby had seen the film yet, but they all came to look at the hair.

When the hoarding went up on Saturday the rain had just stopped and the gutters ran with light. Mae stood across the road with her arms folded, waiting for someone to tell her it was wrong. Instead old Haskett from the chemist's came out with his glasses in his hand, looked up for a long time, and said that was how his wife had worn her hair on the morning they were married. Mae said nothing. She had only painted what the shadows showed her.