Black ink line drawing sheet of many quartz crystal clusters and single points on a white background, shown without a body placement.

Quartz crystal flash sheet

Black and grey · Flash

A sheet of many quartz crystal clusters and single points drawn in black ink outline on white paper. Each crystal has angular facets, with some clusters sitting on rough, broken bases and others standing alone as elongated points. The linework is clean and uniform, with no shading or colour, and the drawings are spread across the page with no overlap.

Crystal Gemstone Line drawing

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The first point came up in a crab-boy's bucket on a grey Tuesday, and by Friday you had thirty of them lined along the sill of the front parlour, where the afternoon sun could catch every face. Mrs Crouch said the parlour was for guests, not rubbish, but she counted them when she thought you weren't looking, and once she moved the teapot so they would have the window to themselves.

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Teodor in the attic room was the one who knew where they grew. He paid his rent in coins that smelled of the harbour and talked about the cliff at Sorrel Point as if it owed him money. Under the chalk, he said, there was a seam of clear stone that had been growing since before the lighthouse, branching out in clusters, each point squeezed upward by the one beside it until they stood like a crowd waiting for a train. You went out with him at low tide with a cold chisel and a flask of tea, and you learned that the rough grey bases were where the crystals had been torn from something older, and that the points themselves were the only honest part.

In February the storm took the ledge. The next morning there was nothing at Sorrel Point but raw chalk and a gull standing on one leg. Teodor's room was empty, the bed made tight, and on the windowsill, where his rent should have been, lay a single crystal with its base chipped clean and its sides so sharp you cut your thumb picking it up.

You carry it down to the parlour and hold it against the glass. Six faces run to a point, and from where you stand you can see five of them catching the light at once. You keep the sixth turned away, the way he taught you, because some things are only worth more when nobody can see all of them.