Colourful painterly tattoo of a woman's face framed by flowers on the outer thigh, with a patterned blanket covering part of the leg.

Watercolour portrait of a woman with flowers on a thigh

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A tattoo of a woman's face, tilted slightly, is set among loose floral shapes in pink, red and orange. The linework is soft and broken, with washes of blue, green and yellow bleeding into the background, giving a watercolour effect. The portrait sits across the outer thigh, and the leg rests on grass with a patterned blanket covering the lower edge of the frame.

Thigh Woman Portrait Face Flower

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The paint never dried properly in the damp of the top-floor studio above the chandler's, so Maud learned to work fast and leave the edges wet. She had a jar of rose madder that came from a tin her father had kept under the bench, and when the light came in low over the harbour wall she mixed it with lemon yellow until the colour looked like a bruised apricot. Nobody in Porthkerris bought portraits any more. They bought boat names painted in gold leaf and the odd seascape with a lighthouse in it. But the woman who came up the stairs one Tuesday in September wanted her face done in washes, loose as a sneeze, with the flowers spilling out from under her chin like something she had been carrying in her arms and had dropped.

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Maud asked her to lie back on the old chaise with one leg over the arm, because the light was best on the outside of the thigh, and the woman laughed and said her grandmother had been painted just that way in Lisbon before the war. They did not talk much after that. Maud dabbed cobalt into the shadow beside the eye and let it run, and the woman's mouth did the thing it did when she was thinking of someone else. Outside, a gull landed on the sill and looked in at them both with contempt.

The painting was finished by four. Maud signed it low in the corner where the blue bled into green, and the woman stood at the window holding her skirt and looking at the boats. Then she asked how long it would last, and Maud said that was not the question, the question was whether it would still look like her in thirty years, and the woman said she supposed she would find out.