Realistic portrait tattoo of three faces across a thigh, shaded in black, grey and skin tones.

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Three realistic portraits on a thigh

Realism · Thigh · Mixed · Photo

A large tattoo covers the outer thigh with three realistic portraits of faces, one a woman with dark shoulder-length hair, one a man with swept-back hair, and one a smaller profile of a second man. The shading is smooth and detailed, with soft greys in the hair and strong contrast in the faces. Warm skin tones and some colour appear in the faces, and the composition overlaps the figures, with the largest portrait near the top of the thigh.

Realism Thigh Portrait Face Woman Man Hair Profile

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Sit down, sit, and mind the bucket by your boot, for the lamp still drips when the wind goes round to the north. Aye, I was keeper at Skerrow Point the winter the glass went cloudy. Three faces came up out of the fog that January, pressed to the lantern panes like children at a sweet shop window.

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The first was a woman with dark hair cut to her shoulders, who looked out to sea as if she had lost a glove over the side. Beside her was a man with his hair swept back off his brow, grey at the temples, and a jaw like a closed door. Last came a younger fellow in profile, turned away from the others, as if he alone had been told the tide was coming in.

I wrote their names in the log, because the regulations want a name for everything. Mrs Hale from the ferry office swore she knew the woman from Sunday school. Her husband, who fished the Ninety Fathom bank, said the man was one of the lifeboat crew lost in '47. Nobody agreed, which is how you know a thing is true in this village.

On the last night of the month the fog lifted and the faces were gone, but the lens had a smear across it in the shape of three shoulders leaning together. I polished it every morning for eleven years and never once got it clean. Pass me that rag, would you. The light has to turn whether we like the company or not.