Symmetrical cream line drawing of a mandala with lotus petals, scrollwork and dotted detail on a dark purple background, shown as a design rather than on skin.

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Cream mandala on a dark background

Geometric · Black and grey · Flash

A circular mandala drawn in cream ink on a dark purple background. Fine lines and dotted detail build up layers of lotus-style petals, scrolls and geometric panels radiating from a central rosette. The composition is fully symmetrical and fills the frame, with the light linework giving strong contrast against the dark ground.

Geometric Botanical Mandala Lotus Petal Scroll Rosette Floral Symmetry Dotwork

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

By half past eleven the kiln had cooled enough to open, and Maud Ferrier still had hours of lamplight before the foreman came back from Leek. The tile on her board was half done. She had laid the cream slip in rings from the centre outwards, the way old Harold had taught her, and now the petals of the outer border stood waiting for their dots.

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The pattern book lay open beside her, its corners soft from thumbs. Every design in the works had come out of that book since 1889, and every one was symmetrical to the hair, because the inspectors measured the spokes with brass dividers and fined the firm for a single crooked scroll. Maud had never found a mistake in it. What she had found, the week before, was a small pencilled initial tucked into the rosette of plate forty-one, so faint she had taken it for a smudge until she held it to the window.

She worked through the quiet hours, a dot at a time, the last tram gone from Hanley Road and only the drip of the cooling tank for company. Her hand stopped over the centre rosette. Sixteen petals, eight scrolls, one dot at the heart. She had been told the dot belonged to the maker, and the maker was long dead, and the pattern belonged to the works now.

At ten to five she dipped the finest brush, set the central dot, and then, beside it where the eye would only catch it if it looked, drew a second dot no bigger than a grain of salt. She slid the tile into the rack for firing and went home before the light came up over the bottle kilns.