Black and grey blackwork and dotwork tattoo of a mandala, lotus and stylised birds across a person's torso and thigh, photographed in low light.

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Blackwork mandala and lotus across torso and thigh

Blackwork · Ribs · Black and grey · Photo

A person lies curled on a dark surface, with a large symmetrical design of a lotus flower, stylised birds and a dotted mandala across the torso and an ornate floral pattern down the thigh and leg. The linework is bold and solid, with fine stippled dotwork filling the shaded areas and the background of the mandala. The image is monochrome and dimly lit, with the hands and skin tones kept in soft grey, and the tattoo fills most of the frame.

Blackwork Dotwork Ribs Thigh Mandala Lotus Bird Floral Ornament

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The proof arrives on a Tuesday, pinned under a jam jar on the bench of the print shop in Harrowmere, and Mr Pargeter taps it twice with one fingernail the way he does when a job is his idea and not yours. A lotus sits at the centre, two birds folded in over it like a pair of hands, and a mandala fills every gap where the paper goes dark. The vicar wants it on the chapel's new hymn sheets. You want to know who asked for the dots.

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You work through the week with a stylus and a loupe borrowed from the chemist, pricking each stipple into the zinc so the shadows will take the ink and hold it. Your mother sends up tea at four and asks nothing. By Thursday your thumbs are freckled with ink and the birds have turned their heads toward each other, which was not in the proof. You do not fix it. Mr Pargeter comes in, looks for a long time, and says nothing at all, which from him is a medal.

On Friday the sheets come off the press still tacky. You fold one for yourself and carry it down the lane past the bakery and the shuttered telephone exchange. When the wind takes it you let it go, and you watch the lotus skim the puddles outside the Co-op until the birds are only two black marks on the grey road. Then you walk home and start the next plate, because the next one always begins with a single dot, and the whole pattern is already waiting inside it.