Colour traditional-style tattoo of the Joker's grinning face with green hair on a lower leg, shown beside black velvet boots.

Joker portrait tattoo on a lower leg

Traditional · Calf · Colour · Photo

The photo shows a pair of legs in black velvet lace-up boots with white stitching, standing on a wooden floor. The left shin carries a large Joker-style portrait with green hair, a purple suit and a wide grin, and the right leg has a second face tattoo beside partial script lettering. The bold black outlines are filled with flat colour, and the framing is close, cropped from the knees down.

Traditional Calf Joker Clown Portrait Face Script Lettering

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Sid Vane had been hired to paint the backdrops for the Marine Pavilion's summer panto, and the Baron was promised a face that would make the front row nervous. Mrs Oakes, who ran the wardrobe, the bar and most of the decisions, wanted green hair the colour of pickled limes and a purple suit that caught the footlights like a bruise. Make him look as if he has just remembered a joke nobody is allowed to hear, she said, and handed him a tin of vermilion without looking up from her ledger.

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For three nights he worked in the flies above the stage, the smell of size and turpentine drifting down into the ice cream queue. Each morning the outline had softened in the sea damp and the grin had crept a fraction wider. He blamed the humidity. Mrs Oakes blamed the wind off the pier, which she said always got into things that were trying to be funny.

On the Thursday before opening night, the stage manager's boy knocked over the green wig block and the dye ran across the lower half of the cloth, pooling into the teeth. Sid stood with a rag and a bucket and understood the colour would not lift. It had soaked into the canvas and the size beneath it. Mrs Oakes came in, looked at the ruin for a long moment, and laughed so hard she had to sit down on a prop trunk.

At the first house that season the audience laughed at the wrong line, the one about the tax man, and the painted grin caught the lamplight so that nobody in the stalls looked at the actors for the rest of the act. Sid kept the rag in his coat pocket. The cloth still hangs in the same place every summer, and the Baron still looks as though he knows something the rest of the company has not been told.