Colour realism sleeve tattoo of vegetables including a purple tomato, a corn cob, broccoli and an aubergine across the upper arm and forearm.

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Vegetable sleeve on an upper arm and forearm

Realism · Upper arm · Colour · Photo

A full arm sleeve shows a still life of garden vegetables: a large purple heirloom tomato, a purple corn cob, a green broccoli head, an aubergine with water droplets and orange tomatoes among leaves. The shading is smooth and detailed, with soft highlights and dark shadows giving the produce a rounded, lifelike form. Bold natural colours run down the arm against a pale background wash, and the wearer's face is not shown.

Realism Upper arm Forearm Vegetable Leaves Sleeve

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The corn was up past the gate by the time the strangers came asking for Ada Mott's garden. Nobody in Little Fenning had seen a purple cob before, and nobody had seen an aubergine swell so glossy on the vine, drops of rain sitting on it like coins. They said Ada had made a bargain with the wet ground under the orchard, and perhaps she had.

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Her heirloom tomato was the size of a child's fist and the colour of a bruise in good light. Ada picked it on the last morning of August, when the apples were dropping in the long grass and the wasps were drunk on windfalls. She set it on the wall beside the broccoli and told her son Peter not to touch it.

Peter was hungry, as sons are, and that night he took the tomato down to the stream and held it in both hands. The water was cold. He sat on the stone and waited for the moon, the way his grandmother had told him to, and when the moon came out the tomato had grown a green crown and a flush of orange freckles. It spoke to him in a voice like the orchard's.

"Take what you need," it said, "but leave the rest to rot back into the soil, so next year there is something to grow."

Peter carried it home, sliced it on the board, and left half in the rows for the worms. In the morning the corn stood a hand higher, and nobody in Little Fenning went hungry in September again.