Black line drawing flash sheet of botanical tattoo motifs, including flowers, leaves, fern fronds, swirls and dotted vines, on a white background.

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Botanical flash sheet of leaves, flowers and vines

Botanical · Black and grey · Flash

A grid of twenty small black line drawings of botanical motifs, including single flowers, leaves, a paisley shape, fern-like fronds, curling swirls and vertical dotted and looped vines. The linework is simple and even, with some solid filled areas and some hatched leaf veins. The sheet is entirely black ink on white, with the motifs arranged in neat rows.

Botanical Flower Leaf Vine Swirl Fern Paisley Dot Spiral Frond Flash sheet

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Tam Redfern had the bow of the Good Intent half done when the rain came in sideways off the harbour wall, so I took the brush from his tin and finished the scroll myself. He watched from the slipway with his hands in his oilskin pockets. From Tam, silence was a compliment.

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My mother kept a sketchbook of what she called fleet-work: little sprays of fern, paisley buds, a vine that looped down the page like a dropped string of beads. She drew them for the wives who wanted something for the kitchen wall, and she drew them for the boats because the men said a plain bow looked like it was hiding something. I learned the leaves from her before I could read properly. The spirals I taught myself, watching the nets dry on the poles.

The Good Intent went out at five the next morning. Tam's boy Calum stood on the quay with a wet cap and asked me to paint his father's name under the wheelhouse, in the same curling letters. I said I would when the boat came back. It did come back, with thirty-one crates of herring, a split sail and no Tam, who had gone over the side to free a snagged line and not come up for an hour.

I painted the name that Thursday, the vine climbing up out of the T and the fern sprouting from the last stroke. Then I left a gap at the end of the vine where a flower should go, because my mother always said a good scroll should never be finished.