Realistic colour full sleeve tattoos on both arms of a shirtless man, showing Star Wars characters including a stormtrooper, Han Solo and R2-D2 against a galaxy background.

Star Wars full sleeve tattoo on both arms

Realism · Upper arm · Colour · Photo

Both arms carry a full sleeve of Star Wars scenes, with a stormtrooper, Han Solo holding a blaster, R2-D2, Darth Vader, a Yoda-like figure with a lightsaber and the Millennium Falcon. The shading is smooth and detailed, with a painterly blend of blues, reds and greens across a deep space backdrop. The panels are arranged down the upper arms and forearms, with the chest and torso visible in the centre of the frame.

Realism Upper arm Forearm Star wars Stormtrooper R2-d2 Darth vader Lightsaber Galaxy Space

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Ida Renshaw had painted booth panels for the travelling shows for thirty-one years, and nobody had ever asked her for a helmet before. The commission came by post from a showman called Lennox Dray, who wanted all four sides of his canvas tent covered in what his letter called the big fight among the stars. There was a trooper in white plate with a rifle across his chest, a smuggler with a blaster at his hip and a cocky tilt to his hat, a little rolling droid the colour of old bone, a tall figure in black with a face like a closed visor, and a green-skinned hermit in a hood, holding a blade of blue light.

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She worked from a shoebox of cut-out magazine pictures and a steel rule. The sky was the hard part. Lennox wanted it deep and wet, blue bleeding into red at the bottom like a sunset over the gasworks, and she kept mixing until the paint looked like it could swallow a ship whole. Each evening the bulbs in the yard buzzed, moths drowned themselves in the wet varnish, and she cursed them and left them in, because they were the only honest critics she had.

The freighter was the last panel. She had to get its scarred hull sitting crooked in the frame, as if it had been bought cheap and never once made to look smart. When Lennox finally came to see it, he stood in the sawdust for a long time without speaking. Then he told her his own father had once laughed about a ship that flew like a drunk bird and always got them out of trouble. Ida said nothing, just dabbed a speck of yellow light into the cockpit.

On the last night she signed the corner of the panel under the smuggler's boot, where the paint was still tacky and nobody looks. The booth went up on the front at dusk, and she watched a small boy stand in front of the trooper with his mouth open, and she thought that was about as good an ending as any panel could hope for.