Colour realism tattoo of pink, yellow and purple gerbera daisies with green leaves across an upper arm and shoulder, shown from two angles.

Gerbera daisies on upper arm and shoulder

Realism · Upper arm · Colour · Photo

The tattoo shows several gerbera daisies in pink, yellow, purple and red, with green leaves and loose petals drifting across the shoulder. The petals and flower centres are shaded with detailed, realistic linework and soft gradients. Washes of blue, green and purple sit behind the flowers, and the composition wraps from the upper arm onto the top of the shoulder in a two-panel photo.

Realism Botanical Upper arm Shoulder Flower Daisy Leaves Petal

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The gerberas left the glasshouse in crates of twenty-five, sorted the way Dilys had always sorted them: pinks at the front of the van, yellows wedged behind, the plums where the heater couldn't reach. The back door had not shut properly since the frost in March, so by the time the van reached the bypass a trail of petals lay along the verge, pink and orange and dark as wine, as if someone were leaving directions.

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Terry Wragg, who drove for the co-op, pulled into the lay-by beside the grain silo and found a red bloom jammed under the tyre. He held it up to the grey light and grumbled that every load was a tip for the magpies. Dilys had stopped taking his grumbling personally years ago. She took the flower from him, pinched off the stem and pushed the head into her apron pocket, where it went soft against her hip.

The wholesaler rang at six to say the plums had come in four stems short. Dilys wrote that down beside the figures, then stood in the cold packing shed listening to the fan turn. Somewhere out on the road, she supposed, a few dozen petals were still lifting off the tarmac and sliding into the ditch grass, going nowhere in particular. She found she did not mind. That evening she pressed the red bloom between the pages of her husband's seed catalogue, under a sunflower he had never managed to grow, and left the book open on the kitchen table to dry.