Black line drawing of a geometric fox built from straight, overlapping triangular facets on cream paper.

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Geometric fox line drawing

Geometric · Black and grey · Flash

The image shows a fox seated in profile, drawn entirely with straight black lines that form triangular and polygonal facets. The linework is bold and even, with a few thinner interior lines that divide the form into smaller shapes. It is drawn in black ink on a plain cream background, with no shading or colour.

Geometric Fox Animal Triangle Polygon Line drawing

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Uncle Teddy taught me to pull a line with a ruler and a pinstripe brush before I could tie my own laces. Nothing on the Hallam Brothers' fair was allowed a curve, he said, because a curve gave the eye somewhere to wander, and the eye was what we were paid to catch. So when the shooting gallery needed a new sign for its tailboard, he sat me on an upturned crate in the back of the lorry and handed me a slate pencil. 'A fox,' he said. 'Straight lines only.'

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I tried a dozen times in chalk on the tarpaulin. Every fox came out with ears like a rabbit's or a tail like a dropped glove. Uncle Teddy only grunted and pointed at the frost on the windscreen, where the thaw had left its ridges and angles. 'Look how it keeps its shape with nothing but edges,' he said. So I stopped trying to be kind to the animal and followed the corners instead: a sharp point for each ear, a long slant down the back, a step where the paw tucked under the chest.

We painted it in black on cream board, four coats, because the gallery wanted it to read from the road. Customers stopped at it more than at the coconuts. A girl with a sticky lollipop asked me why the fox had no eyes, and I didn't know what to tell her, so I said it was looking at the next town. Her mother laughed and bought three goes at the rifles.

When we struck the fair in October, the sign was the last thing down. Uncle Teddy wrapped the boards in newspaper and laid them flat in the lorry, the fox face-up toward the roof. I climbed in beside it and watched the lines catch the streetlight as we pulled out, every edge pointing the same way, as if the whole thing was already on its way to the next town.