Colour full arm sleeve tattoo of a space scene with planets, nebulae, stars and astronaut figures, shown from four angles on the upper arm and forearm.

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Space scene full sleeve on an arm

Upper arm · Colour · Photo

A full sleeve covering the upper arm and forearm, depicting outer space with glowing planets, swirling nebulae, stars and two astronaut figures. A small East Asian character sits near the lower edge of the sleeve. The shading is soft and painterly, with bright reds, oranges, blues and purples set against a dark black background, and the image shows four views of the same arm side by side.

Upper arm Forearm Space Planet Nebula Star Astronaut Character Sleeve

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The lens came out of a dead lighthouse at Chapel Point, and I carried it home in a potato sack because the man at the Co-op would not sell me a grinding wheel without asking what for. By the time I had the tube lashed together in our back yard it was past one, and the only witness was Mrs Pennock's cat, sitting on the wall with its tail wrapped round its feet as if it had seen all this before.

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The wireless had been full of the Russian satellite all week, a little metal ball beeping its way round the world every hour and a half. I could not hear it from Lincolnshire, but I wanted to see something that had been up there. So I swung the tube over the chimney pots, past the red light on the water tower, and found a smear of orange hanging above the Wash. Then a second smear beside it. Then, when I had the focus right, a whole field of them, paint flicked across black card, with a cold blue ribbon of light running through the middle like a river seen from a train.

Dad came out in his vest at half two, took one look at me and the tube, and said nothing, which was worse than shouting. He put his own eye to the eyepiece and stayed there so long the cat got bored and left. When he finally stood up he said his own father had once drawn a planet on the back of a ration book and posted it to a girl in Boston, because he could not find the words for what he had seen from the boat. I had never heard that story before.

In the morning the lens was back in its sack and the tube was on the shed roof, and Dad had two tins of enamel from the depot store, one the orange of a coal fire and one the blue of a gas ring. We spent Saturday painting the garden wall. He did the planets, round and heavy, and I did the nebula sweeping across the brick, and two small figures in white drifting at the bottom edge, which Dad said looked like men who had lost their way home. When the paint dried we stood back and found the wall had a sky on it we could walk up to.