Black fine line tattoo of the word love in looping script inside a heart outline, on the wrist of a black and white photograph.

Looping love script in a heart outline

Fine line · Other · Black and grey · Photo

A single black heart outline contains the word love written in a flowing, looped script, with the letters connected by continuous strokes. The linework is thin and even, with no shading, and the ink is solid black against pale skin. The heart sits centred on a wrist and forearm shown in a close, slightly angled black and white photograph.

Fine line Lettering Other Heart Love Script Word

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The third time Ada Pryce practised the word on the back of a chandlery bill, the loop of the L ran into the O and she had to scrape it off with her thumbnail. Mr Lusk wanted it on the transom of the Hesper before the tide turned on Thursday, and he wanted a heart around it, because his wife had asked for one and he could not refuse her anything before a long passage.

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She worked in the shed behind the slipway with a fitch and a pot of black enamel, and her old master had told her that a good hand never lifts the brush mid-letter. The line must run on like a rope paid out over a capstan, otherwise the eye stumbles. So she kept the stroke unbroken, the word folding back on itself, the heart drawn round it in one long sweep that dipped at the bottom like a keel. Nell Lusk came down on the Wednesday to watch and said nothing at all, which Ada took for approval.

The Hesper cleared the harbour wall on the morning tide with the paint still tacky. Eleven weeks later a postcard came from Valparaíso, crumpled at one corner, in a hand that had plainly been cramped by salt. The mate had written that the captain had had the word repainted twice after the Cape weather, and that men on the rigging read it out loud each morning, the whole thing run together as one word, the way a sailor reads a line of knots.

Ada kept the card pinned above her bench. Some evenings she walked down to the slip and watched the wake, and she took a stick of charcoal to the wall and drew the heart again, going round and round without lifting her hand until the lines met where they had started.