Upper arm tattoo of a solid red faceted elephant and outlined geometric elephant shapes, with red and blue watercolour splashes.

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Geometric elephant and watercolour splashes on upper arm

Geometric · Upper arm · Colour · Photo

The tattoo shows a solid red faceted elephant near the elbow, with two black-outlined geometric elephant shapes and a triangular outline above them. Thin black linework defines the outlines, while the red and blue watercolour-style washes fill the space between the shapes. Colour ink dominates, and the composition runs diagonally along the upper arm.

Geometric Upper arm Elephant Geometric shape Triangle Watercolour splash Abstract

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The rain had found the market before I did, so I spread my sheets of paper on the tarpaulin under the awning of stall nineteen and started folding before the damp could soften the creases. Nobody on Coldharbour Market came for paper elephants in February. They came for cheap umbrellas, bruised apples, and the man who sold radios that only worked if you struck them. I folded anyway, because my father had folded elephants for forty years and I had never once got the trunk right.

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The first one I made was grey and sharp, all planes and no softness, the way he liked them. The second was red, folded from the back page of an old shipping ledger that had come to the stall in a box of brass sextants. When I pressed its ear flat, the red ink bled into the blue of a tide chart and made a shape like weather coming over a hill. A woman in a green coat stopped, lifted the red elephant between two gloved fingers, turned it over, and asked whether it could cross a border.

I told her paper elephants only cross things if you fold them the right way. She laughed, then stopped laughing, and bought all three. She said one was for carrying a letter and one was for remembering where the letter came from, and I did not ask about the third. The rain thickened. The pencil triangle I had drawn above the herd ran off the page and down my wrist.

When the stall shut I found the wet pencil had settled into the watercolour on my palm, a small grey peak above a red slope. I thought of her walking away with the elephants in her pocket, the paper softening a little more with every step, and I decided that was the route after all.