Fine line geometric tattoo of interlocking red and blue triangles on the inner forearm, set against a dark background.

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Red and blue triangular linework on a forearm

Fine line · Forearm · Colour · Photo

A tattoo of an irregular, branching mesh of triangles drawn in thin red and blue lines, running down the forearm from the upper arm towards the wrist. The lines are single-weight outlines with no shading, and the red and blue strokes overlap in places to create a slightly offset, layered effect. The design is set on pale skin against a plain dark background, with the tattoo filling the centre of the frame.

Fine line Geometric Forearm Triangle Line Abstract pattern

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Sit down, you're letting the draught in. No, the other chair, the one that still smells of the sea. Now, the chart your grandfather made in the Hebrides, the one on the wall. Two inks, red and blue, because he couldn't be sure of anything in the fog and wouldn't choose one lie over another.

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Every night on the Marguerite he took a sighting off the lighthouse and drew a line from it to the next peak. Red for the morning bearing, blue for the evening. They never agreed. The compass swung with the iron in the hull, the swell shifted the boat between dawn and dusk, and the rocks, I've always thought, don't hold still in a man's head either. So he drew both. Where three lines met he inked a little triangle and wrote nothing beside it, the same as the sea had written nothing for a thousand years.

The mate wanted the red sheets thrown out. A chart should be one colour, he said, like a sensible man's word. Your grandfather only laughed and pinned the two sheets together on the saloon table, a candle at each corner. Hold them up to the lamp and the coast jumps out of the paper: a shoulder of rock, a bay with a sunken bell in it that nobody else had ever found, sitting exactly where the lines slid apart.

He never showed it to the Admiralty. He kept it folded in his oilskin until the winter they lost the boat off Stroma. They brought the oilskin back to us, and the chart inside was dry, and the red and the blue were still standing where he'd left them, which is more than the sea did for most of us. Pass me that candle. No, the one with the wick still in it.