Full sleeve tattoo of a galaxy with nebulae and ringed and banded planets in blue, pink and purple, shown from six angles on a black background, covering the upper arm and forearm in realism style.

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Galaxy and planets full sleeve tattoo

Realism · Upper arm · Colour · Photo

A full arm sleeve shown from six angles against a black background, depicting outer space with a ringed planet resembling Saturn, banded gas giants, cratered and blue planets, and stars. Nebula clouds in blue, pink, violet and orange wrap around the arm, with fiery orange glow along the lower forearm near the wrist. The shading is soft and smooth, giving the planets a rounded, three-dimensional look, and the colour is vivid throughout.

Realism Upper arm Forearm Galaxy Nebula Planet Saturn Earth Star Space Sleeve

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Sit down, love, the kettle's only just boiled, and this is a story you want with tea. Marrowby, 1956, and Walter Pask painted signs for the whole valley. Gate lettering, bread van doors, the Co-op's name in gold leaf that everybody said was too fancy. Nobody thought he'd ever paint anything that didn't have a price on it.

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Then the Hollis girl took the scarlet fever, and the doctor said she'd be in the back bedroom until the frost went. She'd asked for the stars. Her father had nailed a blanket over the window because the street lamp came in. So Walter climbed the stairs with his tins and his fine brushes, and he asked what she wanted to see. She said she wanted to go somewhere else. He said he couldn't take her, but he could take the sky.

He started on the wall above her bed. Blue first, the deep blue of a pond at dusk, then he stippled the clouds in pink and violet, the way the gas clouds looked in the library book. He painted Saturn in the corner, ringed like a plate someone had tossed, and Jupiter with its stripes, and a small rust-coloured Mars that he said was the cheapest paint he owned. Down near the skirting, where the floor met the wall, he laid fire, orange and gold, so it looked like the sky was burning its way out of the house.

She counted the rings every morning. On the Sunday she sat up and told him Saturn had a moon missing, and he said she was right, he'd left it out on purpose so she'd have something to find. She found it. She's ninety now and lives in Leeds, and she still says Saturn is the only planet worth looking at, because someone painted it for her when she needed it.