Realism tattoo of a sugar skull woman with red roses in her hair and teal eyes, placed on the thigh.

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Sugar skull woman with roses on a thigh

Realism · Thigh · Mixed · Photo

A realistic portrait of a woman with a sugar skull face, shown with a skull nose, painted teal eyes set with red jewel-like details, and black swirling linework around the mouth. Large red roses sit either side of her head and a cobweb spreads across her hair, while two hands frame her face. Shading is smooth and detailed, with strong contrast between the red, teal and grey-black tones, and the design fills the frame of the thigh.

Realism Thigh Sugar skull Woman Rose Hand Skull Eye Day of the dead

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Hold the lamp closer, Tomas, or you'll only see my teeth, and those are the one part of me the sea hasn't got round to yet. Sit down. The Estrella Rota has been rolling for nine days, and nobody sleeps through a swell like that without a story in their ears.

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There was a painter in a mountain town called Santa Rosalia del Monte, though the town lies under a reservoir now. Her name was Imelda Quinones, and every October she made sugar skulls for the feast of the dead, one for each grave in the churchyard. Her husband Joaquin went out on a salt schooner and never came home, so she did something nobody in that town had dared. She painted her own face on a skull, shaded it like living skin, ringed the eyes in teal and set red beads along the lids, then pinned fresh roses from the market above her ears and draped a cobweb over her hair. She said that when the dead came looking for the living, they should find someone who had waited for them and was not afraid.

The captain of a passing schooner heard of her and climbed the hill with a purse of silver. He wanted a painted face on his bow to keep the sea from taking his crew. Imelda told him the sea had no interest in pretty faces, only in men who forgot what they owed it. He laughed and took her paint anyway. On the third night out, a net came up off Cadiz, and tangled in its kelp was Joaquin's wedding ring, still bright. The captain went as white as salt and never asked for another figurehead.

So that's why a boat's bow should always wear a face that's ready to be looked at. Now put that lamp out and go to bed. The dead don't mind being stared at. It's being forgotten they can't abide.