Black and grey realistic tattoo of a carved Mayan style stone face within a glyph ring, covering the upper arm.

Enlarged with AI from a smaller original

Mayan carved stone design on upper arm

Realism · Upper arm · Black and grey · Photo

A large tattoo shows a carved stone style face or mask set inside a circular band of Mayan style glyphs, with two further carved figures below. The shading is smooth and dimensional, giving the design a three dimensional, sculpted look. The image is in black and grey, with the tattoo filling most of the upper arm against a white t-shirt.

Realism Upper arm Glyph Figure

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The cast came out of the mould with a hairline crack running down its left cheek, and Maud Treloar swore at it in Cornish, then in the Spanish she had picked up from the packing crates. Forty kilos of resin and cloth, a copy of a carved face the size of a cartwheel, lay across two trestles in the old boathouse that smelled of tar and wet rope. Beyond the open doors the tide was turning in Porthkennack harbour, slapping gently at the slipway.

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The original had come from a storeroom in Mérida that nobody had opened since the war. For three weeks she had traced its ring of glyphs onto tissue paper, sign by sign, and they would not sit still. Her brother Ned, who fished mackerel out of the bay and thought carving was for people with no boats, had looked over her shoulder and said they looked like knots that had forgotten how to be rope.

Last night she had finally read them in order, starting at the crack and running clockwise. The sequence did not spell a king or a god, as the museum letters had promised. It described a tide, a boat drawn up on sand, and a family waiting on a shore for a sail to appear, which was not what anyone expected from a carving made to sit on a temple wall.

She filled the crack with warm wax and smoothed it with her thumb until the line was gone. Then she turned the face towards the open doors, towards the water, the way the original had never been able to face. She left the eyes unpainted, which was the wrong thing to do, and walked down to the slip to wait for Ned's boat.