Black ornamental blackwork tattoo covering the upper arm, with scrollwork, lace-like panels and geometric bands, photographed in black and grey.

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Blackwork ornamental sleeve on upper arm

Blackwork · Upper arm · Black and grey · Photo

A woman's upper arm is covered from shoulder to elbow with a dense black ornamental design of mandala-like panels, scrollwork, spirals and lace-like bands. The lines are bold and the larger areas are solid black fill, with fine stippled dots along some edges. The photograph is black and grey, and the arm is shown in a loose grey top against a dark background.

Blackwork Geometric Upper arm Mandala Ornament Scrollwork Spiral Geometric pattern Lace pattern Sleeve

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The pattern book had gone soft at the corners by the time Marta Veldeman pinned the ninth panel to her board, and still the spiral would not close. Forty pairs of bobbins clicked on the table around her like a slow clock. Her master, Jan Roelants, had bought the drawings from a Ghent widow who swore they came from a Portuguese convent, and he had never once let anyone ask why.

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Marta worked the scroll through the lamp hours, counting the pricks in the parchment with the point of a pin. Each hanging bar of hearts had to match its neighbour exactly, or the whole sleeve would drift like a wrong-footed tide. Her mother had always said lace was only counting dressed up for church. Marta no longer believed that, not since the night she saw the scroll was drawn from the inside out, as if whoever made it had started at the middle of the arm and let the pattern walk outward toward the hand.

On the third night of the frost she stopped counting and simply followed the spiral with her thumb, the way one follows a river on a map. At the centre she found a single knot tied in grey silk, and beside it, in Roelants's cramped hand, a note that read: Begin where it ends.

She cut the bobbins loose at dawn, rolled the sleeve onto its card and carried it to the kitchen, where her daughter was spooning porridge. "Is it finished?" the girl asked. Marta laid the lace on the table between them, and the child set one small finger on the outer loop of the spiral and traced it inward, the way you would find your way home in the dark.