Geometric cat outline tattoo on a forearm, filled with red, orange and blue watercolour-style splashes.

Geometric cat with watercolour splashes

Geometric · Forearm · Colour · Photo

A sitting cat is drawn in a black outline built from angular facet lines, with the body and head divided into triangular sections. Loose red, orange and blue washes spill beyond the outline in a watercolour effect, with small droplets scattered around the tail and head. The cat is centred on a smooth, lightly lit section of skin against a plain white background.

Geometric Forearm Cat Watercolour Splash Outline Animal

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Sit down, the lot of you, the urn's only just boiled, and nobody leaves until I've finished. You'll remember Mrs Fairweather's art room, the one that smelled of turpentine and wet newsprint. Her cat was called Angle, because he was made entirely of corners and would never sit for a proper portrait. He lived on the windowsill above the sink and glared at the paint jars as if they owed him rent.

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One wet Thursday the top class was told to paint something they loved. Dennis Pryce painted a football, Maureen painted her nan's hat, and I, having read about cubists in a library book I was not supposed to have, drew Angle in straight lines and cut-up triangles. I filled the facets with red and blue, and then, showing off, let the water run past the edges of my pencil. The bell went. Mrs Fairweather tipped the rinse jar into the sink, and the grey water slopped across the desks like weather.

Nobody was hurt, but the painting was ruined, or so everyone thought. Mrs Fairweather held it up to the window and said nothing for a long time. Then she pinned it above the radiator and told the head it was an experiment. It stayed there until the building was repainted, and I still see it sometimes, the cat sitting neat inside his frame while the colour spilled out and kept going.

Now look at the photograph on the back table. The lines hold, but the blue has gone on past the edge of the page, and nobody has ever found where it stopped. Fetch me a biscuit, somebody, before I start on the story of the rinse water.