Realism black and grey tattoo of a veiled woman's face on the side of a finger on the Hand.

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Veiled woman portrait on a finger

Realism · Hand · Black and grey · Photo

A small tattoo of a woman's face wrapped in a veil or headscarf, shown on the side of a finger. The shading is soft and detailed, with fine grey tones across the face and fabric. The image is black and grey throughout, with the skin and background in natural tones and a dark backdrop behind the hand.

Realism Hand Portrait Woman Veil Face

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The crossing from Lerwick to the Faroes took nineteen days that year, and by the eleventh the water in the barrels had gone the colour of weak tea. Old Hamish Corrie kept a painted board under the lid of his sea chest. It was the size of a psalm book and cracked across one corner, and he would never say who had painted it or whose face it was meant to be.

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When the wind died on the fourteenth day, the crew wanted the board thrown over. Hamish said a board does not float unless it is willing, and they laughed at him. The youngest, a lad called Tam Reid who could not yet shave, sat with him through the dark watch and asked what she was for. Hamish said she was for those who could not see the shore from where they stood. He tied a line to the board and let it trail astern, and by morning the mist had lifted off the water.

The boat made landfall on the twentieth day. Nobody could say they had seen the coast, only heard the hush of surf on a beach none of them knew, and seen a woman in a grey shawl on the sand with one hand raised. Hamish swore she had no face to speak of, only the veil, and the veil was the colour of the fog that had sat on the sea for a fortnight.

Years later Tam hung the board in his own boat. The paint had faded to the exact grey of the harbour at first light, and he never touched up the cracked corner. When men asked about it, he told them she had kept her face for the sea, and the sea was welcome to it.