Black fine line script tattoo reading Amor vincit omnia with love conquers all beneath it, across the inner forearm.

Latin script quote on a forearm

Lettering · Forearm · Black and grey · Photo

A black script tattoo reads Amor vincit omnia in flowing calligraphic lettering, with the smaller English translation love conquers all beneath it, flanked by small curled flourishes. The linework is fine and even, and the ink is solid black with no shading or colour. The forearm fills the frame horizontally against a backdrop of dark bamboo stems and leaves with a cream flower in the lower part of the image.

Lettering Fine line Forearm Script Quote Flourish

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Dear Tom,

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The sign for Pickering's chandlery went up on Tuesday, and you'd have laughed to see me on the ladder with a mouthful of brushes and the wind trying to peel the board off the wall. Mr Pickering wanted gold leaf and a bit of Latin so the fishermen would think he'd been to school. I told him the Latin was his problem and the spacing was mine. I painted Amor vincit omnia in the thinnest black I could coax from the pot, the hairlines so fine they nearly vanished in the grain, then squeezed love conquers all underneath with two little curls on either side like a pair of parentheses.

Edie came out in her good coat to inspect the flourishes. She stood at the foot of the ladder, shielding her eyes, and corrected the curl on the left twice. I let her, because she was right and because she'd been up since four doing the accounts for both of them. Pickering pretended he wasn't listening from the doorway, but he went quiet every time she said the words aloud, the way a man does when he's hearing something he's already decided to keep.

The rain came in off the harbour just as I signed my name in the corner, and I thought the ink would run and I'd have to climb back up in my own time. It didn't. The black sat on the board like it had been there for years, and Edie reached up and wiped a fleck of spray from the 'o' with her thumb, very gently, as if the letter might still be wet.

Write back soon and tell me whether the Bristol boats still cheat on the price of rope. Give Mum my love, and tell her the sign's straighter than the one she made me hang in the hall.

Your brother, Alf