Large geometric tattoo across a person's upper back with concentric rings, dotted lines, stars and a lettered quote, in black with pink and blue watercolour washes.

Geometric back piece with stars and quote

Geometric · Back · Mixed · Photo

A large back tattoo combines black geometric elements, including concentric rings, a circle, a spiral of dotted lines and a solid wedge, with a banner of lettering reading part of a line about placing stars in the sky. Fine and bold black linework sits alongside small star shapes, and soft pink, blue and grey wash effects spread behind the design. The tattoo fills the upper back, with the lettering running across the centre of the composition.

Geometric Lettering Dotwork Back Star Sky Circle Line Dot Quote Lettering

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The brass dome had jammed again by the third night of the Perseid watch, and Hilda Marr swore at it the way she swore at everything, tenderly and without heat. You took the lamp and climbed the iron stair to the slit of sky above Scar Top, where the dew had already got into the lens cloth and the wind came off the reservoir smelling of wet slate.

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Her ledger lay open on the shelf beside the eyepiece. Every star she had ever logged had a name in pencil beside it, and beside each name she had drawn a ring of small dots, tight at the centre and loosening outwards, because her father had told her a star was only a mark until you had decided how far it sat from everything else. Most of the names were his. Some were hers. Several were jokes that only the two of them had understood, and she would not explain them, so you had stopped asking.

Around two the cloud tore open over the ridge, and there was a point of light low in the north-east that the ledger did not have. It was faint, almost a smudge, the kind of thing you could lose by blinking. You called her up the stair. She looked for a long time, then pushed the pencil across the page to you without a word, which from Hilda was a speech.

You wrote the coordinates first, then drew the rings, and when you came to the name you wrote the first one that came, which was the name of the dog you had buried in March. Hilda read it, nodded, and went back down to bed. The ink was still wet when the light came up grey over the water. The star had gone, but the dots held their ring on the page.