Black and grey tattoo of two intertwined fish in bold solid linework, placed on the calf.

Enlarged with AI from a smaller original

Two intertwined fish on a lower leg

Calf · Black and grey · Photo

The tattoo shows two stylised fish curving around each other in a rounded, yin yang like arrangement, with a small tail fin at the top and bottom. The linework is thick, solid black with almost no shading, so the fish read as simple silhouettes against the skin. The photograph is in black and white, with the tattoo centred and the leg filling most of the frame.

Calf Fish Swirl Outline

Find an artist for this

Take it to an artist as a reference. A good artist will make it yours rather than copy someone else's tattoo.

A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Now sit down, the lot of you, the ride's not going anywhere till I've finished. Two fish, I said, and I meant two, not one fish with a shadow. The black one and the white one. They came off the goldfish stall at Ashcombe in the summer of the big flood, and the man running it, Dennis Vane with his one good eye, swore he'd never won them out of the bowl, they'd been given. Nobody believes a goldfish man. But they were the only pair on the whole fairground that always went round the same way, and never once bumped.

Keep reading

Their bowls rode in the cab of the dodgem van for eleven seasons, wrapped in a tartan blanket with the heater on. Every stop, Ruth Harker, who ran the candyfloss and had no patience for nonsense, would lift them down and say they were getting too round for their own good. Every stop, somebody asked why she kept them together. She said it was simpler than separating them, and simpler is what you say when you've been asked a question you'd rather not answer.

The last fair was on the recreation ground the year the council wouldn't renew the licence. Ruth carried the bowls down to the river at dusk, the waltzer lights going out behind her one bulb at a time. She tipped them in together. The water took both at once, black and white, and for a moment you could see them circling under the surface, ring after ring, neither one pulling ahead.

Ruth stood on the bank till the last light was off. Then she walked back to the van. The river kept on turning them, I'm told, and it's turning them still. Anyone who wants the proof can go and look. You'll see two fins at the edge of the reeds, one always behind the other, always chasing, never once close enough to touch. Now who's getting on the ride?