Two hands with silver metallic geometric designs and turquoise accents on the backs of the hands, fingers and wrists, with lace-style cuffs at the wrists.

Silver geometric hand and wrist designs

Geometric · Hand · Mixed · Photo

The photograph shows two hands resting palms down on pebbles, each decorated with silver metallic designs. The left hand has a large diamond motif with a zigzag border and a turquoise inner diamond, running down to a band of chevrons and a lace-style cuff at the wrist. The right hand has a vertical column of chevrons with turquoise diamond accents and a lace cuff at the wrist, plus a short zigzag line along one finger. The designs are crisp, flat and symmetrical, and the rings on the fingers are separate jewellery.

Geometric Hand Forearm Diamond Chevron Lace Zigzag Triangle Cuff

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The chevrons along the salt road were my father's work before they were mine, and he never trusted a stencil he had not cut himself. Each spring the wind scours the verge bare, so each spring I drive out from Dar Khalil with a tin of silver paint, a roll of masking tape and a sheet of card punched with a zigzag edge that I have kept folded in my glovebox for nineteen years.

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The man at the fuel stop was the first to ask about it. He leaned on the pump with a cigarette he never lit and watched me pin the card to the post. He said that was a diamond, as if I might not know. I told him it was the one on my mother's shawl, with turquoise thread running through the middle like a river on a map. He took a stick from the dust and drew it for me, a diamond inside a diamond, then sketched a chevron beneath it pointing down the road towards the sea.

By noon the heat had made the tin's lid sticky, and the lace cuff, which I had to draw freehand from the edge of that same veil, kept smudging under my thumb. I worked slowly, one bead of silver at a time, while lorries shook past and grit settled on my eyelashes. When I finally peeled the tape away, the bend looked like something a surveyor might dream up on a hot night, bright enough that drivers would see it from a mile off.

I painted the last chevron pointing back at the fuel stop, where the stick drawing still lay in the dust. By morning the wind would have taken it, but the silver would stay on the road a while longer.