Black and grey realism tattoos of roses and a woman's portrait on a thigh, with a bird on the upper arm, in a greyscale photo.

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Roses and portrait on a thigh and arm

Realism · Thigh · Black and grey · Photo

A greyscale photograph of a person seated in underwear, showing a large tattoo sleeve on the thigh with several shaded roses and a woman's face framed by a decorative headdress. A bird tattoo with detailed feather shading is visible on the upper arm above. The black and grey shading is smooth and detailed, and the framing is tight on the legs and arms with the face of the wearer not shown.

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Sit yourself down by the stove and mind the kettle, because this is the one about Marnie Gall and the painted lady on Saltcote pier, and you've heard it wrong at the Crown, the lot of you. Marnie ran a shooting gallery and a fortune booth from a hut at the pier head. She painted her own boards in black and grey only, because the good colours cost money and the sea took everything else.

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The lady was the centrepiece. She had a great fan of feathers rising behind her head, and roses heaped at her shoulder, shaded so deep that gulls on the rail would peck at them. Above the door Marnie hung a heron carved from driftwood, which a deckhand had traded her for a season's tea. Every evening she sat on the step with a rag and a jar of thinners, touching up the lady's cheeks, because the lamplight made the paint go flat and the lady looked dead.

The winter the mail boat was lost, Marnie had the harbourmaster's girl's face in her head and no way to get it out. She painted it over and over, the mouth a little surer each time. When the gale came up in February the hut tore loose from its piles and slid out through the harbour mouth with the lamp still lit. The lifeboat crew, nine miles out and blind with spray, saw a pale face turning on the water and steered for it, and so they found the three men clinging to the wreck.

The board hangs in the lifeboat house now, the roses gone the colour of wet slate. Ask the coxswain and he'll pour you a measure, then tell you to look at the feathers, because the face is only paint. Marnie never signed it. She said the sea had already taken her name.

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