Geometric faceted heart tattoo in green, maroon and grey on a forearm, with a smaller matching heart tattoo below it.

Enlarged with AI from a smaller original

Two faceted heart tattoos

Geometric · Forearm · Mixed · Photo

A larger faceted heart is tattooed on an arm, with a smaller heart of similar design on skin beneath it. The heart outlines are bold black lines, and the interior is divided into angular triangular panels filled in maroon, green, grey and white, with some dotted shading. The composition is simple, with both hearts shown against plain skin.

Geometric Dotwork Forearm Heart Geometric shape Triangle

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Hattie Lowe had been leading the same heart since Tuesday, and the trouble was never the glass. Each panel had to meet its neighbour at a point, or the light would wander off sideways and the whole thing would look drunk. She ran her thumb along the lead came for the third time, counting the joins under her breath the way her father had taught her, because he said a heart with a gap in it was just a bad window.

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The commission had come by post from a woman in Hull who wanted two hearts, one big and one small, cut from the same offcuts so they would look as though they had been one thing once. Hattie sorted the scraps on the bench that morning: maroon like wine left out overnight, a green so deep it was nearly black, grey gone cloudy in the kiln, and white that caught the window. She cut the large heart first, eleven panels on the left lobe and twelve on the right, because the right side had always wanted to be more generous than the left.

The small heart was harder. Every facet had to be a smaller version of a facet already in the big one, and she spent most of Thursday under a magnifier with a cup of tea going cold beside her. Her father would have laughed at her fussing. He cut glass the way some men tell jokes, quickly and without apology, and in forty years he never once made two hearts that matched exactly.

On Friday she laid the small one beneath the large one on the light table and pressed them together. The lines met at every seam without a sliver of daylight between them. Hattie looked at it for a long time before she wrapped them in tissue, wrote the address in capitals, and told nobody she had got it right first time.