Red pencil sketch of a woman's face with closed eyes, a feathered headdress and roses, drawn as a tattoo design on a sketchbook page.

Woman with feather headdress and roses sketch

Neo-trad · Colour · Flash

A red pencil or ink sketch of a woman's face with closed eyes, framed by a feathered headdress and two roses. Behind the head, radiating rays and an arc of marked lettering form a sunburst. The linework is loose and sketched, with light shading on the face and feathers, and the drawing sits on a spiral-bound sketchbook page.

Neo-trad Botanical Woman Face Headdress Feather Rose Sunburst Lettering

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Mind the step, love, the lift's been out since Tuesday and the stairs are where the wind lives. Right, sit down. Forty-one floors up and you'll hear the sun before you see it, that's how high we are here. Carrow House was all cornfield when my mother came over, and a woman lived where the bins are now, and she wore the sun on her head like a crown of feathers.

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Her name was Marisol Tenney, or Tenney Sol, depending who you asked at the bus stop. She had roses growing out of her collar because she'd never once planted a rose she didn't mean to keep. When the council men came with their measuring wheels, she sat down in the middle of the field with her eyes shut and wouldn't open them. They argued for a day. Nobody could make her look at them.

Her neighbours said the sun came up for her each morning, and it did, but only once she had decided it was ready. So on the last morning, the one the men had chosen for the foundations, she drew the rays out of the sky one at a time, from the middle outwards, like a dressmaker pinning a hem. Letters ran round her head like the numbers on a clock, and every one was a time she'd been kind to somebody who didn't deserve it.

See that orange on the cranes through the glass? That's her still doing the hems. Go on, shut your eyes and count to thirty. There, the light's come up over the car park, and that's her, all done for another day.