Black and grey realism tattoo of two palm trees above a setting sun over water, on the side of the ribs.

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Palm trees and sunset on the ribs

Realism · Ribs · Black and grey · Photo

Two palm trees stand over a pale setting sun and its shimmering reflection on the water. The fronds and trunks are rendered in dense black ink with soft grey shading that gives depth. The tattoo fills the frame on the side of the torso, with the palms framing the sun at the centre.

Realism Ribs Palm tree Sunset Sun Sea Water Reflection Beach

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The backdrop came in a crate stencilled FRAGILE, TROPICAL, which the hire man said was his joke and nobody else's. Two palm trees, painted on canvas and eleven feet high, with a pale sun wired between their trunks and a band of silver paint along the bottom for the sea. My sister wanted it on the sand at Porthkerris for the photographs. The real palms in Cornwall, she said, looked like they had been left out by someone who had given up on them.

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We set it up at four, with the tide still a long way out. The wind came off the bay and caught the canvas like a sail, so I spent an hour lying on the wet sand with my shoulder against the left trunk while the groomsmen argued about guy ropes. Mum sat on a folding chair in her good coat and told everyone the sun would come out for the photographs, because she had asked it nicely.

It did not come out. By twenty past six the cloud lay flat along the headland and the light had gone the colour of weak tea, and the painted sun looked more convincing than anything over the water. Then the cloud split along one edge and a bar of gold ran across the bay and onto the canvas, so the silver paint and the real sea shone the same brightness for about ninety seconds. Nobody took a photo. Dennis stood beside me with his hands in his pockets and said, quietly, that in twenty years he had never once seen the thing work.

When we folded it back into the crate that night, the paint had cracked along the sea where the wind had flexed it, and a fine line of sand had settled into the sun. My sister says she will frame the broken one. I think she means the bit that worked, which was never in the paint.