Black dotwork tattoo of the Aries zodiac symbol behind a person's ear, shown in close-up.

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Aries ram symbol behind the ear in dotwork

Dotwork · Other · Black and grey · Photo

A close-up of a small Aries zodiac symbol, drawn as two curled horns above a central stem, made up of black dots and stippled lines. The dotwork builds the form with fine, scattered points that are denser at the outline and along the centre. The tattoo sits on the skin behind the ear, with hair at the upper left and the ear at the right.

Dotwork Other Zodiac symbol Ram Horn Astrology

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The weathervane on Haddow's roof had lost its paint before anyone in the house could say when, so by March it was a ram of bare tin, freckled with rust where the sea wind had worked at it. Edna Pryce had watched it from the kitchen window for forty years and never once seen it point the right way for the weather. "It's sulking," she said, when her grandson Tom came in with the ladder over one shoulder and a tin of black enamel under his arm.

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He wanted to paint it. She told him no, and then handed him a flat-headed nail and a hammer from the drawer where the spare keys lived. "Don't paint it. Dot it. You don't draw a horn, you let it come up out of the dark a point at a time. Crowd the edges, go light across the middle, and never hurry." Tom climbed the ladder with the wind pulling at his jersey and tapped away while the gulls wheeled over the harbour wall and complained about him.

Mr Usher, who had charted the tides for the council before his eyes went, called up from the garden that the ram was the first sign of the zodiac and the first to rush at anything, which was why it had never once turned slowly. Tom said that was nonsense and kept tapping. By teatime the curl of each horn was a ring of tiny dark points, thick where the metal met the sky and thinning towards a pale stem, and the afternoon sun caught the pricked surface and scattered it across the slates like a handful of sparks.

That night a westerly came in and the ram swung round with a groan of old hinges. Edna stood at the window and waited for it to settle on the wind, but it stopped facing the harbour, horns lifted, and stayed there. She didn't tell Tom he'd got it right. She put the kettle on and left the ladder leaning against the gutter where he could see it from his bed.