Black and grey Celtic cross tattoo with interlaced knotwork covering the upper arm and shoulder.

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Celtic cross with knotwork on upper arm

Dotwork · Upper arm · Black and grey · Photo

A large Celtic cross fills the upper arm and shoulder, with interlaced knotwork in each arm of the cross and a circular knot at the centre. The linework is bold and dark, with stippled dotwork shading in the background areas that gives the design depth. The image is in black and grey with no colour ink, and the tattoo is photographed close up against a grey t-shirt.

Dotwork Geometric Upper arm Shoulder Knotwork Cross Celtic knot

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Brother Oswy said a knot was only a lie that had agreed to stop. He said it over the bench in the mason's yard at Hexham, wiping his chisel on his habit while the rain came in sideways off the Tyne. I was twelve and had been given the boss of the cross to carve, the round knot at the heart where all four arms meet, and I had already spoiled three of them.

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"Find the end," he said. "Every knot has one. Follow it and you'll never be lost in there."

I spent the whole of Lent on that stone. I traced the ribbons with a stick of charcoal, one over, one under, one over, until my eyes swam and the bands seemed to crawl off the sandstone. Twice I thought I had the end and twice it looped back into itself like a dog chasing its tail. The abbot's steward came by to ask whether the cross would be ready for the feast, and I said yes, though I had not yet found where the thread began.

On the eve of the feast I gave up and cut the boss as it came to me, a tangle with no loose end at all. Oswy ran his thumb over it in the lamplight and said nothing for so long I thought I'd be sent to the fields. Then he took the chisel and nicked one thin strand at the very centre, a single cut no wider than a hair, and showed me that the whole design had always been pulling toward that one point. "There," he said. "Now the eye has somewhere to stop."