Traditional style colour tattoo of a laughing Buddha with raised arms and a beaded necklace on the upper arm.

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Laughing Buddha on the upper arm

Traditional · Upper arm · Colour · Photo

A bald, smiling Buddha figure stands with both arms raised, wearing a loose robe and a multi-strand bead necklace. The linework is bold and dark, with soft pink and mauve shading across the robe and rounded belly. The design fills the upper arm and is centred on a plain, lightly lit background of skin.

Traditional Upper arm Buddha Robe Necklace

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Osei rose before the rooster in the village of Kell, because the bread would not wait for roosters. He lit the ovens and found the flour sacks already sweating in the damp. On the shelf above the proving table sat a clay figure no bigger than a loaf, a fat man with his head shaved to a shine and his robe hanging open at the chest. Nobody in Kell knew who had left him there, only that he had been there since the flood year, and that every baker before Osei had fed him a crust on Sundays.

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That morning the flour ran short. Osei had sold the last of the winter wheat to a carter who swore he would pay at market, and the carter had not come back. Osei sat on the upturned bucket and told the clay man plainly that he was a fool for trusting strangers and a bigger one for trusting figures made of mud. The figure did not answer. It only grinned with its eyes shut, both arms lifted, as if someone had just told it the best joke in the world.

Osei laughed despite himself, and the laugh rolled out into the dark yard and came back doubled. A cart creaked at the gate. It was the carter, wheels full of sacks, face red with cold and apology. He had been stuck in the ford since midnight and had walked the last mile with the sacks on his shoulders. Osei took them without a word and began to knead before the sun had decided whether to come up.

By the time the first loaves came out brown and splitting, the whole lane smelled of them. Osei set one on the shelf beside the clay man, tore off a corner and pressed it into the figure's open hands. The crust was too hot to hold. Nobody saw him do it but the carter, who never told it right afterwards, and who always swore the figure's belly looked fuller after that.