Colour tattoo on the inner forearm of a rainbow watercolour splash with the words LOVE IS LOVE in black script across the centre.

Rainbow watercolour splash with Love is Love script

Lettering · Forearm · Colour · Photo

A rainbow of watercolour-style splashes runs across the skin, moving through red, orange, yellow, green, blue and purple with drips at the edges. The words LOVE IS LOVE sit across the middle in black brush-style lettering, with the black ink crisp against the softer colour washes. The colour is vivid and dominates the composition, with the lettering set centrally and small droplets scattered at the ends.

Lettering Forearm Rainbow Watercolour splash Script text Drip

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The dye-house stood where the road over Harrow Pass bent sharply, and in the wet years the runoff from its vats ran red, then orange, then down through the village in a stain no one could scrub away. Marit, who kept the vats, said the water had been that colour since her grandmother's time, and it would be that colour when they were all buried.

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Her neighbour Oona came up the pass every market day with a cart of undyed wool from the high flocks. She never bargained. She took the bolts Marit left folded on the step, paid in cheese, and left the coloured thread lying in the bottom of the cart. For eleven years nobody in the valley could say which wool was whose, and the shepherds' wives liked it that way.

In the autumn the reeve came up with a ledger and a clerk. He wanted the dye-house boundary written down, and he wanted the two houses listed apart, with the lane between them ruled in ink. Marit read the page twice. Then she took the brush from its peg, dipped it in the blue vat, and drew a single line across the paper that bled into the margin. She asked the clerk to write down what he saw.

The clerk wrote that it was not possible to say where one colour stopped. The reeve, who had climbed the pass to be told something useful, sighed and shut the book. By spring the stain on the lane had faded to six bands, and the children learned to name them in order, because the rain had shown the road a thing the ledger never could.