Colour geometric fish tattoo in teal, orange and yellow with hatched fins, on the upper arm or shoulder.

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Geometric fish tattoo on the upper arm

Geometric · Upper arm · Colour · Photo

A stylised fish built from angular, faceted planes with a large round eye and a hatched tail and dorsal fin. The shading is smooth in some areas and flat in others, with fine stippling on the body. Teal, orange, yellow and pink fill the shapes, and the fish sits centrally on curved, pale skin.

Geometric Neo-trad Upper arm Fish Geometric shape

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Sit closer, you at the back, because the fish will not wait for you to lean forward. You want to know how the glass-cutter of Rhodes came to be asked for a fish that was not a fish? Then hear it properly.

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Her name was Thessaly, though everyone called her Tess the Knife, because she cut everything into planes. Bread, cheese, the boys who stole from her bench. Her father had made lamps; she made shapes. One autumn a fisherman named Kallis carried in a bream so wrong in the lamplight that it hurt to look at, and he asked her to make one that would stay still. Not a fish you ate. A fish you could hold in your palm and never lose the sea in.

She worked three nights by a single oil lamp. She cut the body into slabs as sharp as cloud edges, one teal, one the colour of marsh at dusk, one the bright orange of a broken yolk. Where the skin should curve she laid flat facets instead, so the light had somewhere to stop. The eye she left round, because she could not bring herself to cut an eye.

On the fourth morning Kallis came back and held the fish up to the window. It did not swim. It turned, though, every time the sun moved across it, and the fins caught the light the way real fins do, and he wept without shame in front of the whole street. He paid her in salt fish and a jar of honey. She never made another, and when people asked why, she said one fish that could not be eaten was plenty for any harbour.