Colour realism tattoo of planets, asteroids and a nebula across the upper arm and shoulder, shown from three angles.

Enlarged with AI from a smaller original

Space scene with planets on upper arm

Realism · Upper arm · Colour · Photo

A three-panel photograph of a large tattoo covering the upper arm and shoulder, showing planets, a ringed world, cratered asteroids and a glowing nebula in pink, purple and blue. The planets are shaded with smooth gradients and highlights, while the asteroids and streaks of light give a sense of motion across the deep blue background. The three views are set side by side, with the central panel showing the tattoo head on and the outer panels showing the arm from each side.

Realism Upper arm Shoulder Planet Nebula Space Star Moon

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

...and that is why you do not sell a net to a man who has seen the blue comet come round twice. Mind the step, it's slick with the tide, and sit where the lamp can reach your face so I know you are listening.

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Ada Penrose kept the signal shed at the end of Crane Quay, and every night for forty years she climbed its ladder with a tin of tea and a pencil. The nebula over the breakwater was red then, the colour of a cut thumb, and the gulls went quiet under it. Her husband Tom swore the stars were lamps lit by drowned men to guide the boats home. Ada said they were only dust catching the light, and that dust had weight, and weight had a way of falling.

One autumn a grey stone came out of the dark, bigger than the church, pocked all over like a biscuit left in the rain. It hung over the harbour for three nights. Men stood on the wall with their caps off. On the third night the ringed world rose behind it, slow and vain as a bishop, and Ada put down her pencil and drew a line from the stone to the water.

The line did not reach the water. The stone turned aside, dragging its tail of ice and light behind it like a bride's train, and went off west toward the open sea. Ada drew it anyway, all the way to the edge of the page, and sent the drawing to the lifeboat station. They framed it. It hangs there still, and if you look close you will see the sea is blue, and the stones are heavy, and the one she drew is still falling, very gently, away from us.