Colour tattoo of pink and yellow flowers with a small red bud and black linework on the forearm, in a loose watercolour style.

Watercolour flowers and bud on a forearm

Botanical · Forearm · Colour · Photo

A large pink flower with translucent petals sits above a yellow and ochre bloom drawn with fine black lines. A small red bud on a thin stem with black dots extends to the lower right, and loose red and black spatter surrounds the design. The colour is vivid against the pale skin, and the composition runs diagonally along the inner forearm against a black background.

Botanical Forearm Flower Bud Petal Stem Dot Splatter

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The paint water had gone the colour of weak tea by the time Marnie Costello sat down on the step of the painting wagon, and the fair was already folding itself into lorries behind her. Her father had painted the rides for the travelling fair for thirty years, poppies and lilies on the gondolas, and she had promised to finish the last panel before the convoy left for Maidstone.

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The panel was a sheet of stretched linen with one pink bloom half finished. Her brother Teddy came up the steps with a jam jar of rinse water, looking guilty. He had knocked the crimson pot over the wet wash, and the spatter had run across the bottom corner like a handful of thrown seeds. Marnie opened her mouth to scold him, then stopped, because the red dots had landed exactly where the stem wanted to go.

She let the splatter dry. She drew the yellow bloom beneath in fine black ink, its petals fanned out like a paper parasol, and she gave the stem a line that wandered down past the spots to a closed red bud no bigger than a thumbnail. Teddy asked why she was bothering with something that would only be carted off on the lorry. She said the fair always left something behind, usually a cracked sign or a lost glove.

By the time the sun slid behind the Ferris wheel, the panel was dry and she tucked it under her arm. At the Maidstone field she propped it against a fence post where the grass was still soft from rain. In the morning a girl from the candyfloss stall stopped to look at it, then took a photograph with her phone. Marnie watched her go, pleased that someone had seen what the spatter had made of the flowers.