Black and grey engraved-style tattoo of mountains framed by curling waves and rays of light, covering the upper arm and shoulder.

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Waves and mountains on an upper arm

Japanese · Upper arm · Black and grey · Photo

A black and grey tattoo covers the upper arm and part of the shoulder, showing a row of mountain peaks in the centre surrounded by stylised curling waves with circular bubble shapes. Fine parallel hatching and cross-hatching give the design an engraved, woodcut-like texture, with radiating lines suggesting light behind the peaks. The composition wraps around the curve of the arm, with the waves filling the lower and upper edges.

Japanese Upper arm Shoulder Wave Mountain Sea Ray Bubble

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The block was already cut when the carrier brought it up the hill, and it was wrong. You had carved the peaks the way the pass looked from the Lune side, three cold ridges with the sun sitting just behind the middle one, and the sea you had cut around them was a sea you had never seen, rolled into curls like wet wool. Mr Harrow wanted proofs by Friday for the almanac. He held the block to the window, tapped the waves with his thumbnail and said they were fine, but the light was on the wrong side.

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You pulled a proof anyway, burnishing the paper with the back of a spoon and wiping the ink with a rag until the hatching came up dark and close. Every line had been a night's work by lamplight: the rays fanning out from behind the summit, the bubbles like scattered pennies on the crest of each wave. Down in the valley a dog barked at the carter's horse labouring up the switchbacks, and you kept your head bent over the bench, counting strokes the way your mother counted stitches on a hem.

When the sheet came off the press it was reversed, as all proofs are. The mountains had swung to the left and the waves had turned to face the other way. Harrow saw it first and swore. You didn't. You stood with the damp print in your hands and watched the light climb the wrong slope, and you thought of the road over the pass, and the man who had promised to come back for you at the top.

You pinned it to the wall as it was. Let the almanac have the true view, you told him. Anyone who wanted the mountains the right way round could walk up to the wall and turn the paper over for themselves.