Close-up of a colourful geometric bear head tattoo in pink, purple and green on a woman's upper arm, in a geometric style.

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Geometric bear on an upper arm

Geometric · Upper arm · Colour · Photo

A photograph of a woman's upper arm and shoulder, with her blonde hair falling across the frame and her face out of view. The tattoo is a bear's head built from angular, faceted shapes with soft shading, showing two dark eyes, a light muzzle and a dark nose. Its palette runs through pink, magenta, purple, green and blue against a lightly blurred outdoor background.

Geometric Upper arm Bear Animal Head Eye

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The last of the paint ran out in the wet spring the Halloran Brothers' Travelling Circus folded at Crane Bottom. Old Tobias, who had painted the banners for forty seasons, scraped the bottom of his tins with a knife and found only colours that would not match: a plum rubbed from a bruised pear, a green boiled out of river reeds, a pink left over from a lady's parasol. He mixed them anyway, because the bear was to be sold on Saturday and a bear with a bare face fetches less.

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The bear was called Sorrel, and she stood still while he worked. He drew her muzzle in angled planes, one triangle at a time, the way he had learned to draw hills from a long way off. Each shape took a different colour. The forehead went magenta, the cheeks went violet, and the nose he left black. He would not touch her eyes. Those, he said, were not for selling, and nobody argued, because he had painted everything else in that tent.

On Saturday the buyer came with a van and a length of chain. It rained sideways down the coast road and the paint began to run. The men in the cab saw a dark bear with coloured cheeks and thought it a poor bargain, and by the time they reached the bridge they had stopped the van to argue about it. Sorrel was already over the wall and walking the ditch road towards the hills, the way bears do when they have waited a long time for a door to be left open.

Shepherds at Crane Bottom still say a bear with a patchwork face walks the ridge after dark, and that the sky goes pink behind her when she stops. Tobias died before the next spring. His widow found one tin left unopened on his bench, its lid stuck fast with old varnish, and she keeps it on the windowsill. When the children ask what is inside, she tells them it is the one colour Sorrel never got to wear.