Watercolour-style sunflower tattoo with orange petals, a pink centre and green washes on the outer thigh, worn beneath denim shorts.

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Watercolour sunflower on a thigh

Botanical · Thigh · Colour · Photo

A large sunflower fills the outer thigh, with orange and yellow petals around a pink and red centre. Loose green washes and splashes sit behind and below the flower, and fine dark linework outlines some petals and leaves. The colour is vivid and the soft, bleeding edges give the piece a watercolour feel, framed by light blue denim shorts.

Botanical Thigh Sunflower Flower Leaves

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The big top at Lusk Common had more patches than canvas by the third summer of the drought, and Mags Tolland was the only one who still got up before the crows to water the field behind the wagons. Nobody had asked her to. The clown Ambrose had scattered seed there the year the lion died, a handful he had carried in his waistcoat pocket from a farm in Suffolk, and he said it was for the children, who had nothing to look at but the dust.

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By August the seed had grown into a row of sunflowers taller than the ringmaster, and they did a thing Mags had never seen a plant do. Each morning their great heads swung round to the east, the way a crowd turns to a door when the music starts, and each evening they swung back to the west and waited. Silas Gorse, the ringmaster, said it was nonsense. Still, he stood on the wagon step every morning to watch them.

When the bank in Carlisle would not renew the lease, Silas gathered the company at the edge of the field. Nobody spoke. Then Mags pointed at the flowers, which had turned once more toward the rising sun and the long road beyond the hedge. They packed the wagons that afternoon and followed the faces east, through two counties and a flood, and not one of them could say afterwards which of them had decided it.

They say the field is still there, though the wagons never came back. In the first light a row of yellow heads turns to face the road, patient as an audience, waiting for someone to call the first act.