Small black fine line tattoo of the word Bowie with a heart below it, on the upper arm of a person in a grey t-shirt, shown in black and white.

Small word and heart on upper arm

Fine line · Upper arm · Black and grey · Photo

A black and white photograph of a person's upper arm, bent slightly, with a small tattoo of the capitalised word BOWIE and an outlined heart beneath it. The linework is thin and clean with no shading, and the lettering is a simple sans serif. The grey t-shirt sleeve fills the left of the frame and the white tiled wall sits behind the arm.

Fine line Lettering Upper arm Word Heart Lettering

Find an artist for this

Take it to an artist as a reference. A good artist will make it yours rather than copy someone else's tattoo.

A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The dog had walked the round for eleven years before anybody thought to ask whose he was. Mrs Tully at number four swore he belonged to the Ferris boys, who swore he belonged to the bins. Harold Pym, who carried the post up Cold Harbour Lane every morning in a bag that smelled of wet cardboard, decided he belonged to whoever had the sausage roll. The lurcher had one ear that stood and one that didn't, and the name on his tag had been rubbed almost smooth by somebody's thumb. Bowie, it said. Harold had never once seen him hurry.

Keep reading

But every weekday he stopped at the gate of Hollins Cottage and sat down, square on the path, facing the front door. Nobody had lived there since Miss Oddie went into the home at Scarborough three winters back. Her hedge had grown into the lane and her bins stood full of leaves. Harold rattled the gate and the dog did not move, so one Thursday in March he pushed it open and went up the path with the keys in his hand, feeling foolish.

The back door was unlocked. On the kitchen table sat a biscuit tin, a pen, and a stack of envelopes tied with garden twine, every one addressed in the same looping hand to Harold Pym, care of the sorting office. Each was stamped and unopened. The top one held a single line in pencil: Bowie will know the way, he always did. Under the twine, someone had drawn a small heart on the back of an old seed packet.

Harold walked the rest of the round that afternoon with the envelopes in his bag, and at every gate the dog ran ahead of him, tail up, looking back to be sure he was following.