Black and grey hibiscus flowers and leaves tattooed on a forearm, framed by geometric shapes, with a gold watch on the wrist.

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Hibiscus and geometric forearm tattoo

Botanical · Forearm · Black and grey · Photo

A forearm tattoo of several hibiscus flowers with layered petals and broad leaves, set within a circular frame of triangles and geometric lines. The linework is fine and the petals are softly shaded in grey, with darker tones adding depth. The photo is taken from above with the hand raised, a gold watch on the wrist and a white knit sleeve at the bottom of the frame.

Botanical Geometric Forearm Hibiscus Flower Leaves Triangle Geometric frame

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The compass slipped twice before Mr Harrow gave up on it and let me use the brass one from the drawing office. Forty copper plates stood against the wall of the print shop by the docks, and each one had to carry the same circle, six inches across, with its three triangles pointing outward like the teeth of a saw. I drew the circle first and the flowers after, because my father always said a frame is only a promise until something living fills it.

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The hibiscus came from a pressed sheet a ship's cook had sent up from Madeira, gone the colour of weak tea at the edges. I cut the petals in grey lines so fine I needed the lens, one stroke for every vein, and where one petal folded over another I went darker, so the flower behind sat like a second thought beneath the first. The broad leaves I left loose, letting the white of the copper breathe between them.

On the thirty-ninth plate my hand shook at the last triangle and the point of the compass skidded across the metal, leaving a bright scratch that would print as a thin white line through the leaves. Mr Harrow saw it when he came in with his tea and told me to scrape it out. I didn't. The calendar sold eleven hundred copies that year, and the only letters that ever came back were from people who had found the line and wanted to know who had made it.

I kept one proof for myself, pinned above the bench. The white line runs from the lower petal to the edge of the circle, and when I look at it I think it is the only honest part of the picture, the place where the hand that drew the frame admitted it was only a hand.