Colour geometric tattoo on an upper arm showing hexagon panels of night sky, a green planet, purple faceted mountains, a lake and dark pine trees.

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Hexagon landscape with planet on upper arm

Geometric · Upper arm · Colour · Photo

The tattoo shows a landscape built from hexagonal panels. The top panels hold a starry night sky and a green planet, while the middle panels show orange sunset and clouds above faceted purple mountains, a blue lake and dark pine trees along the bottom. The linework is bold with flat, solid fills, and the bright colours sit against the dark trees and background.

Geometric Upper arm Hexagon Planet Night sky Star Mountain Lake Pine tree Cloud Sunset Landscape

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Tam Crewe lit the oven in Hollin Bridge before the church clock had finished striking four, because the flour was already sieved and the honey stood warm in its crock by the door. Below the mountain the lake lay black under the pines, and every morning he stood in the doorway with his arms floured to the elbow and waited for the sky to turn from ink to the colour of marmalade.

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One February the honey came out thin and sour. Tam's bees had left the old hive under the mill wall, and the swarm had gone up the slope in the dark. He took a sack of bread and a lantern and followed the hum past the last pines, up where the rock shows its bones. The swarm hung in a cleft under a sky so full of stars that the lantern seemed foolish. Each bee sat in its own six-sided cell of wax, and the cells stacked up like a wall that had been built by someone patient. He stood there until his lantern guttered, and he understood that the bees had not left him. They had gone to find the morning first, the way they always did.

He broke a loaf on a flat stone and set the crumbs out for them. Then he sat with his back against the rock and watched the east. The stars went out one by one. Slowly the peaks took on the colour of plums, and the lake below caught a thread of light, and a band of orange spread along the ridge like a spill from a jar.

By the time he got home the shutters were open and the village was hungry. He baked the honey loaves that day and every day after, and he set the first one on the sill facing the mountain, where the bees could see it from the slope.