Side view of a man's shoulder and upper arm covered in a black and grey tribal sleeve tattoo with bold bands, chevrons and woven patterns.

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Tribal sleeve across shoulder and upper arm

Shoulder · Black and grey · Photo

A large tribal-style sleeve covers the shoulder and upper arm of a shirtless man photographed in side profile. Bold black outlines frame bands of woven, chevron and triangular patterns, with finer hatching and shading inside the shapes. The design is entirely black and grey against a plain pale blue wall.

Shoulder Upper arm Tribal Polynesian Sleeve Chevron Triangle

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

On the low island of Teva Roa the mats were woven by the women and the boats were mended by the men, and Ana Pelu had the finest hands on the reef. Her grandmother had carried the loom over the water in a canoe, and on it she wove the pattern the island trusted: a band of tight basket-weave, a row of chevrons pointing toward the shore, then sharp triangles like teeth that kept the sharks honest.

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Her husband Tomasi went out each dawn with the net she had mended the night before. One morning the wind came round from the north before the light, and the swell lifted the water into long humped ridges that broke the wrong way. Ana sat at the loom with the shuttle in her hand and counted the bands. She had woven nine. Her grandmother had woven twelve, and the sea had never asked more of a mat than the mat could bear.

The boat came back at noon with no one at the tiller, drifting in on the ebb. The net was heavy with fish and tangled round the bow, and when Ana cut it free she found a single strand of her own dyed thread knotted through a mesh, rust red from the pandanus root. Tomasi had tied it there so she would know he had kept to the pattern to the end, and that the water had not been greedy.

That winter Ana unpicked the ninth band and wove it again with a gap in every triangle, so the water could pass through without taking the mat with it. The women on the reef still ask her why the pattern is open at the teeth. She tells them the sea likes to be let in.