Small watercolour-style botanical tattoo of a tree with multicoloured leaves in red, yellow, green and blue and spreading roots, on a plain area of skin.

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Watercolour tree with roots on skin

Botanical · Other · Colour · Photo

A small tree sits on the skin with a dark trunk, a crown of loose, painted leaves in red, yellow, green and blue, and fine roots spreading beneath it. The shading is soft and blended, giving a watercolour effect with some lines fading into the skin. The tree is placed toward the upper left of the frame against a wide, plain background of skin.

Botanical Other Tree Root Leaves Watercolour

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Sit down, sit down, the kettle's on and the sawdust never comes out of the coat, so mind where you put your elbows. You want to know about the tree in the ring. Everybody asks. The Corrigan Brothers pulled the big top down in the autumn of the bad winter, and when they struck the centre pole they found a sapling had come up through the boards where the lion's water tub had leaked for forty years.

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Nobody planted it. Old Mrs Dacre, who did the paint on the wagons, said it was a sycamore seed carried in on the sole of a clown's shoe, and she said it with the face of a woman who had been wrong once and would not forgive herself. Every spring that tree took a different colour of the troupe. The red came from Tomasz, who spilled his greasepaint on the roots the night his wife left. The yellow was the ringmaster's custard powder mixed with rain. The green and the blue, well, those were the trapeze boys, who never could agree on anything.

When the lorries came for the rest of it, the roots had gone down under the sawdust and out through the cracked floor, further than anyone thought a thing that size could reach. They found the old drain under the car park and followed it all the way to the river. I've seen the photographs. The tree was still standing in the empty ring, leaning a little to the north, as if it wanted to be the one to see the last of us out.

So when you ask me what it means, I tell you it means nothing you can put on a poster. It means a tree grew where the show used to be. Drink your tea.