Full sleeve realism tattoo in black and grey with blue tones, showing a grinning cat, pocket watches, a girl and film strip portraits across the upper arm and forearm.

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Full sleeve of clocks, cat and portraits

Realism · Upper arm · Mixed · Photo

A full sleeve tattoo wraps across the upper arm and forearm, filled with a collage of clocks, a grinning cat face, a girl with a bob, a top-hatted figure and framed portraits on film strips. The shading is smooth and detailed, with fine gradations of grey and black that give the faces and watch faces strong depth. Soft blue and teal tones sit behind the figures, and a tentacle motif appears at the lower edge of the sleeve.

Realism Upper arm Forearm Cat Clock Pocket watch Girl Top hat Portrait Tentacle Octopus

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The clocks in Mrs Abernethy's workshop had all stopped at ten past four, and Tobias had been told not to touch them. He touched them anyway, on the Tuesday after the rain, when the house was quiet and the grandfather clock in the hall had finally given up its tick. Behind the cabinet of watches was a door nobody had mentioned, painted the same grey-blue as the wall, with a brass handle shaped like a cat's ear.

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On the other side was a corridor lined with film strips hung like washing. Each frame showed a face he half knew: a man with a moustache and a bowler hat, a woman with a sharp bob who kept glancing at her own reflection in a pocket watch, a stooped gentleman with spectacles pushed up into white hair. Their eyes followed him. At the far end a cat sat on a windowsill, grinning the way cats do when they know a secret about the cream. It said, quite pleasantly, that the watches had been stopped on purpose, so that someone could finally find the time to finish the job.

Tobias asked what job. The cat only tipped its head towards a row of brass gears, each one turning slowly under a film of dust, and a tentacle of shadow slid out from under the skirting to tap the nearest cog. He understood then that every clock in the house was waiting for someone to wind it back. He took the smallest key from his waistcoat, fitted it to the nearest face, and turned it until the hands began to move.