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Pine forest tattoo on a forearm

Dotwork · Forearm · Black and grey · Photo

The tattoo shows a forest of tall pine trees, with a larger foreground tree and a solid white-skin pine at the lower edge. The fading trees behind are built from fine dots and soft stippled shading, which gives a misty depth. The composition is a vertical band that wraps around the limb, and the image is entirely black and grey ink on skin.

Dotwork Realism Forearm Pine tree Forest Conifer Mist Landscape Tree

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Sit closer, you lot, the lamps won't reach the back of the tent and I'm not shouting over the generator. Right. You'll have seen the pines on the far side of the common when the mist comes up off the river. Count them, go on, try. You'll get to nineteen and lose your place, because that forest doesn't want to be counted. My grandmother's mother followed this fair up from Carlisle in a cart with a broken wheel, and she swore the trees out there kept changing their minds about how many there were.

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There was a lad called Tobias Greer who ran the coconut shy, and he wanted one thing from that forest: the tall tree at the front, the one standing apart with its branches lifted like a skirt held up out of the wet. He wanted it for a mast, for a boat he'd never finished building. Every night he went out past the last caravan with a bow saw, and every night the mist came down thick as wool. When it lifted, the tree was further off, and a little paler at the base, as if someone had painted it with the last of the chalk.

On the seventh night he stopped counting his steps and sat down against a trunk. The organ grinder's waltz came faint through the fog, the same tune over and over, and Tobias understood he had been walking towards the fair the whole time. The tree had only been standing still, waiting for him to notice which way the lamps were. Come morning he walked back to the coconut shy, and he never picked up a saw again. He said the forest had kept the tree and the fog had kept his wages, and that seemed a fair swap for a man who had only wanted something to sail away on.