Black script lettering in an infinity loop reading family and five names, tattooed in fine line on a person's hip.

Infinity symbol with family names on hip

Lettering · Other · Black and grey · Photo

A black ink infinity symbol holds the word family in the centre with five names in cursive script, one in each loop and at the ends. The linework is fine and even, with solid black ink and no shading, and the tattoo sits on bare skin with a light fabric waistband above it. The composition is a close crop of the hip and side, with the tattoo filling the middle of the frame.

Lettering Fine line Other Infinity Family Name Script

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The line came off the drum stiff with tar, and Nan said we'd have to work it soft before anyone trusted it to a boat. Fourteen fathoms of three-strand for the Corinna, bound for Porthmellow's outer buoy before the spring tide turned.

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Grandad never wrote anything down. He tied things. On the loft beam hung a length of old hemp he'd laid up the winter Mum was born, and worked into its lay were little marker threads, one for each of us, blue for the boys and red for the girls. Nan unpicked a loop so I could see it. You can't find the start of it, she said, because a figure of eight has no ends, only places you pass through twice.

We spliced the Corinna's eye that afternoon with the window open and gulls arguing over the fish boxes. Joss ran the strands, Walt tallied the tucks, and I kept losing count and starting over, which Nan said was the only honest way to learn a splice. By dusk the line lay across the bench in a long figure, and it struck me that we had made a loop with the same hands that had made the others.

When the boat came in on the morning tide, her skipper ran his thumb along the eye and found nothing to fault. He asked who'd laid it. Nan pointed up at the loft. The old hemp was still hanging there, its loops furred with dust, and somewhere in its lay Grandad's marker sat knotted beside all of ours, going round and round without a beginning.