Colour tattoo of pyramids, a UFO and stars inside a Polaroid-style frame on the thigh, in a neo-traditional style.

Enlarged with AI from a smaller original

Pyramids and UFO in a Polaroid-style frame

Dotwork · Thigh · Colour · Photo

A tattoo shows a night sky with four-pointed stars and a small grey UFO above three golden pyramids on a stippled orange desert. The sky fades to purple near the horizon, and a thick black outline with blue corners frames the scene like an instant photograph. Bold outlines and flat, saturated fills in orange, purple and blue dominate the composition, with dotwork texture on the sand.

Dotwork Neo-trad Thigh Pyramid Ufo Star Night sky Desert

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Don't look at me like that, the lock-keeper will swear blind it never happened, but he was asleep under his hat the whole time. Pass me that tin of tabs and I'll tell it proper, the way my nan told it to me on the back deck of the Patience Hobday when I was small enough to sit in the coal bunker.

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It was the summer the cut went green, and Nan was moored below Harrowmere lock with a Polaroid camera she'd bought off a man at Braunston for two pounds and a jar of piccalilli. She took one picture of the towpath, one of the heron, and one of nothing at all, just the dark water and the sky going purple over the reeds. When the print came up out of its little slot, the frame had blue corners like she'd dipped it in the sea, and the sky inside was black as a coal sack, dotted with stars that had four points each, like tacks somebody had pressed in with their thumb.

There was a saucer hanging up there, grey and quiet, and under it three golden pyramids sat on a sand that looked like it had been peppered by a careless cook. Nan turned the picture over and over. There was no desert within a hundred miles of Harrowmere, only ploughed fields and a Tesco. She stuck it in the cabin window to dry, and every morning after that the sand had moved a little closer to the frame.

Grandad Eli took one look and said he'd been to Egypt in 1952, which was a lie, because he'd spent that year at Ruislip gasworks. But he kept the picture in his cap all his life, and when they buried him the grit was still on his thumb, and it never did wash off.