Fine line geometric violin tattoo built from circles and straight lines, in black ink on the forearm.

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Geometric violin on a forearm

Fine line · Forearm · Black and grey · Photo

A stringed instrument outline, likely a violin or cello, is built from overlapping circles, straight vertical lines and a scroll at the top. Thin black linework is used throughout, with small dots and tick marks scattered along the neck and beside the body. The tattoo is shown in black ink on pale skin against a dark background, centred along the forearm.

Fine line Geometric Forearm Circle Line Dot Scroll

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The snow had shut the lane to Hollin Farm for nine days when Ada Crowe found her father's dividers in the bread box, where he had kept them since the year the well went dry. He had never been a musician. He had been a wheelwright, and he measured everything in circles, because a wheel was a circle and a circle would carry a load without complaint.

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On the flagstones of the kitchen she drew with the dividers: a large ring, then a second ring set against its edge, then a third low down, the three of them overlapping like cart wheels rolled together. She ran a rule up through the middle and capped it with a small scroll, the way her mother's fiddle had ended before it was sold to pay for the roof. Dots went where the nail holes had been, and tick marks along the neck where he used to count the days of frost.

The cattle in the byre had not eaten since Martinmas. Ada sat with the drawn instrument at her feet and tried to remember the tune her mother hummed over the churn. Nothing came. So she took the bow down from its hook and drew it across the air above the lines, the way you would wipe a slate. It was only chalk and pencil, and still the frost on the window gathered into a single bead and let go.

In the morning a robin sat on the rule at the top of the scroll and would not be moved. The thaw came up the lane by noon, and when she opened the bread box again the dividers were warm to the touch. She never played the drawing again. She had no need to, since the circles had already done the carrying.