Close-up of a colourful geometric mandala tattoo on a person's shoulder, with a multi-strand beaded necklace visible at the neck.

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Colourful mandala tattoo on shoulder

Geometric · Shoulder · Colour · Photo

The tattoo is a circular mandala made of overlapping petal-like rings, diamond shapes and an eight-pointed star at the centre, with fine outlines and soft shading. It uses pink, red, orange, blue, teal and green ink, with the colours blending into one another across the design. The tattoo fills the upper shoulder and is framed by bare skin, with a blurred indoor background and a beaded necklace at the right edge.

Geometric Shoulder Mandala Geometric pattern Flower Star Circle

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The window was meant to be finished before the spring fleet went out, and by the first week of February Ida Corrin had only the centre of it. Her father had taught her that a rose window is a wheel of rings, each ring holding the one inside it, and that the light has to find its way through every one. She had the petals cut in red and rose glass from the bottle works at Porthenna, and the outer diamonds in blue, but the sea blue would not sit beside the teal. Every panel she fired came out of the kiln a shade too grey or too green, and the chapel warden began to stand in the doorway with his hat turned in his hands.

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On a wet Tuesday a boy from the lifeboat house came up the hill with a lantern in a sack. It had been dragged in off the Scarrow rocks after a wreck nobody talked about, and its glass was the colour of deep water in sunlight. He asked if she would take it for the price of a pot of tea. She didn't ask him about the wreck. She broke the lantern carefully over the newspaper on her bench and laid each shard against the blue diamonds until one matched.

The last piece she set was the eight-pointed star at the centre, where all the rings met. When the warden brought the men up on the Sunday to fit the leads, the sun came out from behind the headland for the first time in a month. It came through the window in a wheel of red, orange and green, and it lay across the flagstones like something spilled. Nobody spoke for a while. Then old Tom Rowse, who had mended nets for fifty years, took off his cap and held it against his chest, and the others did the same.