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Woman's profile with flowing hair on thigh

Thigh · Colour · Photo

A woman's face in side profile with parted red lips and a downcast eye, drawn in thin black outline. Her hair and the space around her head are filled with loose, painterly washes of red, pink, teal and blue that trail off to the left. The tattoo sits on the outer thigh of a pale-skinned wearer in a floral-patterned top, and the composition is centred on the face.

Thigh Woman Portrait Face Profile Hair Lip Splash Abstract

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The wind had swung round to the north-east by the time Tobias Keel reached the left side of the sky, and the paint would not sit still. He worked on the harbour wall with his easel lashed to a bollard, a jam jar of rinse water going cloudy at his boots. Behind him the fishing boats knocked against each other like cutlery in a drawer, and the gulls rode the gusts without once flapping.

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The woman had never given her name. She came down the slipway every morning from the cottages above the quay, took the bench facing the harbour mouth, and sat with her chin lifted as though listening for a boat that was late. Keel always painted her hair first, because it was the only part of her that refused to hold still. He mixed red for the gusts, teal where the spray caught it, and blue for the shadows the gulls threw across the water.

On the last morning the bench was empty. Rain had fallen overnight and someone's child had chalked a crab on the seat, its legs running off into a puddle. Keel waited until the tide turned, then walked the length of the wall and found the ferry lad hosing down the steps. 'She's gone on the early boat,' the lad said, not looking up. 'Said to tell you the hair was the best bit.'

Keel went back to the easel. The washes had dried in stripes, and the red had bled past the edge of the board where he had not quite managed to hold it. He did not fix the mistake. He tilted the board toward the water and let the last of the colour run off the wall, red and teal and blue, spreading over the harbour until the swell carried it towards the mouth, where the early boat was already a grey speck on the grey sea.