Black fine line tattoo of a woman's face wearing a leafy headpiece on the upper arm, with a small script tattoo below it.

Line-art woman portrait on upper arm

Fine line · Upper arm · Black and grey · Photo

A woman in a white vest top rests her tattooed arm on her knee. The tattoo is a single-line drawing of a woman's face in profile-style outline, with a wreath of leaves across the head. The linework is black and unshaded, with a plain, open composition against a tiled surface.

Fine line Upper arm Woman Portrait Face Leaves Wreath Line art Script

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Sit down, sit down, the lift's been broken since Easter and nobody's come to fix it, so you'll take the stairs like the rest of us. Right. Eleventh floor. There was a girl on the eleventh who drew faces with a pen she never lifted off the paper. Ida, her name was, Ida Mauer, and she worked nights at the laundrette on Coldharbour Road, where the dryers hummed in B flat.

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She'd sit on the low wall by the bins with a biro and a paper napkin and draw whoever walked past. Never once looked down at the page. Just followed the nose, the chin, the long hair falling back as if it had somewhere to be. Old Mr Adebayo from flat forty said she drew him with a crown of bay leaves, and he wore it to his wife's funeral, because he said it was the only thing anyone had ever given him that made him look like he'd won something.

The winter the council painted the stairwells the colour of weak tea, Ida drew a woman in a wreath and pinned it inside the lift. Nobody could say who she was. Ida said she was whoever you were before the lift stopped going up.

Ida moved out in spring. The napkin is still there, taped behind the lift door, the line never breaking, its ends running off the edge of the paper as if it means to keep going. Press the button for eleven. You'll see.