Black and grey photo of a continuous single-line tattoo of a stag head with long branching antlers, placed across the upper back.

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Stag head across the upper back

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A stag head with wide, branching antlers is drawn in one continuous black outline across the upper back. The linework is even and fine, with the ears, eyes and muzzle formed by simple shapes within the outline. The image is in black and grey, with the skin tone and shading of the photograph showing the tattoo's clean edges.

Fine line Back Stag Deer Antler Animal head Line art

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The fair had been on Pennick Common for nine days when the rain came sideways off the Fens, and Ada Wrenfield still hadn't finished the stag. It was meant for the centre panel of the gallopers, a proud beast with antlers spreading like a winter hedge, and Mr Coyle wanted it painted by Saturday, when the crowds came out from Chelmsford.

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Her father had taught her the rule of the line: never lift the brush between the ear and the antler, or the animal would come off the board in pieces. So she sat under the tarpaulin with the paraffin lamp hissing, tracing the outline in one long black stroke, the ears cupped like hands, the eyes two small held breaths, the muzzle a plain wedge of shadow. Every time she reached the nose she had to go round again to close it.

On the ninth night a boy from the generator crew came in dripping and asked what the deer was looking for. Ada said she didn't know. He said it looked as though it were listening for something behind the noise of the fair. She thought about that until the lamp ran dry.

On Saturday she finished at dawn, the line closed without a break, and Coyle ran his thumb along it and said it was the cleanest thing he'd seen on a board in thirty years. The gallopers turned all afternoon and the stag went round with them, never once leaving its own outline, and when the lights went out at midnight she could still make out the thin black thread of it on the painted wood, circling the dark.