Close-up of a geometric tattoo of three black-outlined diamonds filled with red and black watercolour-style splatter, placed on the upper back.

Outlined diamonds with red and black splatter

Geometric · Back · Mixed · Photo

Three black-outlined diamonds are stacked in a diagonal cluster, with soft red wash and black smudged shading inside them. Red and black splatters and drips spill outward on the left and right, giving a loose painterly effect against the crisp outlines. The tattoo is shown centred on bare skin of the upper back, with plain background and even lighting.

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The third diamond was still wet when the prompter came looking for Oswin, and found him instead on the cart steps with his sleeves rolled to the elbow and red dye up to the wrist. The company of the Wren Theatre were due on the bridge at Halsey by dusk, and their costume chest held nothing but patchwork with the diamonds cut away.

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Oswin had been ordered to make the diamonds in plain white calico, the way the old masters did, but the custom in the kingdom of Vell was that a player with a grievance could wear whatever colour he liked in the second act. So he had boiled madder root until the kitchen smelled of iron, and when the boy Tobin knocked his elbow the pot slopped across two squares and ran the lines together. Oswin laughed and did not fix it.

Black was easier. He had a stub of lampblack in a twist of paper and a brush of squirrel hair, and he worked it into the centre of each diamond with his thumb, the way a smudged fingerprint blurs a letter. Tobin asked why the outlines had to be so hard and straight. Oswin said the lines were the rule and the stains were the people, and that a rule only lasted as long as someone was willing to spoil it.

When the company came over the bridge at dusk, the crowd in Halsey saw three shifting diamonds stitched across the back of the lead player's coat, bleeding colour into the cloth as if they had only just been cut. Nobody could say whether the stains were meant. Oswin watched from the wings with dye still under his nails and counted the drips that ran past the edge of the frame. It was the best work he had ever done, and he had not planned a single drop of it.

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