Two mirrored geometric animal head designs drawn in black line over yellow and orange on the left and blue and teal on the right, shown as a drawn design rather than on skin.

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Mirrored geometric animal heads in watercolour

Geometric · Colour · Flash

Two angular animal heads are drawn in black outline and built from faceted, geometric planes, facing each other in a mirrored composition. Each head sits over loose watercolour washes, with yellow and orange on the left and blue and teal on the right, and ink splashes and trails extend beyond the shapes. The linework is crisp and even while the colour is soft and free, set on a plain pale background.

Geometric Animal head Geometric Watercolour wash Ink splash

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Sit closer, the wind up here takes every second word and gives back only the ones it fancies. Now. Two beasts lived either side of the Kettle Pass, where the cart road gives up and becomes a goat track. One was made of the afternoon, all ochre and hot rope-coloured light. The other was made of the snowmelt that came down the far side, green-blue and cold enough to stop a man's heart. Neither could cross. The pass was too narrow for two animals with heads that size, and each had been told by its mother that the other one was trouble.

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Every spring the black-winged crows came down to scold them, tearing at the edges of their colour until it bled off into the air. The yellow one lost its gold where the crows pecked and went orange at the wounds. The blue one let its colour trail away in long grey threads, which is why, my grandmother said, the mist still hangs about the pass in the mornings, searching for the way home. Each beast tried to turn its face toward the other and found its own angles would not bend. They had been cut from stone that was never meant to soften.

Then one June a shepherd's girl called Morwen Pryce came up the track with a broken lantern and a bag of salt for the sheep. She stopped between them, tired, and held up her palm to the sky to shade her eyes. The two beasts looked at her hand and saw their own shapes in it, the same planes turned the other way, like a glove and its mate. Nobody had ever shown them that before.

So they leaned in, slowly, until their black edges touched and the colour ran together in the middle like rain on a windowpane. The crows gave up and went home. If you walk the pass now you will find the road bends sharply at that spot, and that is where the two halves of the mountain meet.