Neo-traditional tattoo of a woman wearing a feather headdress and pearls inside a red crescent moon, placed on the outer thigh.

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Woman portrait with feather headdress on thigh

Neo-trad · Thigh · Mixed · Photo

A woman's face is framed by a feathered headdress with a red gem and a row of pearls, set within a red crescent moon. The linework is bold and dark, with grey shading on the hair and headdress, red blush on the cheeks and lips, and white highlights on the pearls and earring. The design fills the thigh in a central, circular composition.

Neo-trad Thigh Woman Portrait Feather Headdress Pearl Crescent moon Gem Earring

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The ferry had not come for three days, so Nell Cardew painted the Crescent Lady from memory, using the tin of red lake she kept for boat names. The fairground had gone off across the sound with the last tide, leaving behind a canvas booth, a broken ring toss and the woman on the banner, whose painted face Nell had been asked to touch up before the next crossing. Nobody on Inish Carra had paid to see her. They had only ever looked at her from the pier, the way you would look at a moon you were not allowed to own.

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Nell worked slowly. The feather came first, a long grey quill she had found on the cliffs, and then the band of pearls, which she made by dotting white paint with the wrong end of a brush until they looked like wet salt. Her father watched from the doorway with his pipe gone cold in his hand. He had kept the lamp on the north point for thirty years, and he had once told her that the moon was the only honest light they had, because it never pretended to make its own.

On the fourth morning the ferry came in low over the water, and so did the showman, a thin man in a wet coat who stood before the banner and said nothing for a long time. Then he asked who had given her the red at the cheeks. Nell said nobody had. He pressed a coin into her palm, rolled the banner under his arm as if it were a sleeping child, and climbed back down the slip.

It was only when the boat had gone that she saw he had left the paint tin open on the step, and that the stone in the headdress, which she had coloured the same red as her father's lamp glass, was still wet enough to take a fingerprint.