Black ink sun and moon mandala tattoo with a face and radiating rays on a woman's shoulder, shown in a close photo with blonde hair and a white top.

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Sun and moon mandala on a shoulder

Shoulder · Black and grey · Photo

A black ink tattoo of a sun with a crescent moon and a face at its centre, set inside a ringed circle with radiating rays and pointed petal shapes around the outside. The linework is bold and even, with solid black areas and fine hatched detail in the rays. The tattoo is the only colour in the image, against pale skin, a white top and a soft, slightly cluttered background.

Shoulder Sun Moon Face Mandala Celestial Ray

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The brass sun on the door of Gull Rest had gone green again by the third week of September, and Mrs Ida Penhallow sent her lodger out with the Brasso before breakfast. Teddy Quill had come down from Leeds to mend a chimney and had stayed on for the summer, mostly because the guests liked his jokes and the landlady liked his arms on the stepladder. He held the tin while she climbed up beside the knocker. "Sun's always been bright," she said, rubbing at the petals. "It's the moon that sulks in the damp."

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The sign had been Alfred's idea, sixty years back, when the house was still called Sunnyside and nobody came to Saltcombe in February. He had drawn it on the back of a chip paper: a round face with a crescent moon tucked against one cheek, rays fanning out in fine hatched lines, and pointed petals around the rim like a lily that had got too close to the sea. A foundry in Redruth cast it in brass for eleven pounds. Every Saturday since, someone had polished it, and the moon had come up bright.

Teddy leaned in to work the cloth into the ring of little dots above the moon's brow. "Why three?" he asked. "Those are the lamps he counted from the headland," Ida said, "the boats coming in after dark. He said a house ought to keep a watch on the water." Teddy found the three dots were only shallow holes where the metal had been punched, and he said nothing about it, because she had already moved on to the rays.

At dusk the last sun slid under the cloud bank and the brass caught it, throwing a ring of light across the hall floor and up the stairs. A guest coming in late from the pier stopped on the step and looked up at the face, then at the landlady, and smiled as if someone had told him a joke. Ida gave the petals one last pat. Teddy stayed on the stepladder a while longer than the job needed, watching the moon hold its colour in the dark.