Colour geometric tattoo of overlapping triangles and angular outlines in fine black line, on the forearm just below the elbow.

Geometric colour shapes on a forearm

Geometric · Forearm · Colour · Photo

The tattoo shows overlapping triangular and angular shapes filled with teal, yellow, pink, magenta, orange and red. Thin black outlines and lines run across and beyond the coloured blocks, forming a layered zigzag pattern down the forearm. The close photo shows only the arm and a dark top against a plain light background.

Geometric Fine line Forearm Triangle Geometric shape Hexagon Line Abstract

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

By the third week of the survey, the glass had stopped fitting the shapes you cut for it. Mrs Orla Venn held the blue pane up to the window and tilted it until the light fell through in a wedge, then said you had cut the angle wrong on purpose. You had not. You had measured the tide mark on the north slip six times, and it kept sliding seaward, as if the island were leaning away from you.

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You worked in the shed above the harbour wall, where the gulls landed on the sill and stared at the copper pans. Each morning you laid out the chart: a hexagon for the old well, three triangles for the bay, a magenta stripe where the ferry turned. Black lines ran past every edge, carried beyond the coloured blocks, because Orla insisted that a boundary is only the place where people agree to stop looking. The island had never agreed to stop.

On the last Tuesday of the month the fog came in so thick you could not see the pier. You took the lantern, the ruler and the pot of orange ink, and walked the line by feel. Where the drawn lines ran out, the sand was warm and the rocks had moved. You set a stone at each new spot, then another beyond it, and by dusk you had traced a zigzag from the chapel to the breakwater that no sensible map would show.

Orla came down at dawn, looked at the stones, and laughed for the first time since you had arrived. "Now the island has to keep up with us," she said, and pinned the chart to the wall with its lines running off the edge of the paper.