Black dotwork mandala tattoo with a star-shaped centre and fern-like petals on the outer forearm near the elbow.

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Dotwork mandala on the forearm

Dotwork · Forearm · Black and grey · Photo

A large black mandala sits on the arm, with a star-shaped centre surrounded by radiating, fern-like petals built from fine dots and lines. The shading is solid black with a white-highlighted centre, and the design is symmetrical and centred on the arm. A second tattoo with a similar lace-like pattern is partly visible at the bottom edge of the frame against a plain grey background.

Dotwork Blackwork Geometric Forearm Mandala Star Floral Fern Lace pattern

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Ice had locked the Tessaly cut from Stoke to the bridge at Coldharbour, and the bargefolk were burning their cabin coal down to the last hod. Old Mab Hollin kept a tin of pins and a ledger of frost. Each morning she walked the towpath with a lantern and copied the pattern the cold had left overnight on the iron lock beams, dot by dot, so that nobody would forget how it was made.

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Her grandson Tobias, who was nine and wanted to be a heron, asked her why. She said the frost came in from the fields where the ferns had died, and it always made a star at the middle, eight points with a white heart the sun could not reach. 'Every winter it's the same star,' she said, 'and every winter somebody goes out on the ice before it's thick enough.'

That year it was Tobias. He took the lantern past the sluice in the grey light, and the ice sang under his boots the way the old folk warned it would. He knelt where the star was largest and remembered her method: start in the middle, leave the heart clear, then work outward through the ferns. He pressed his thumbnail into the ice, one small mark after another, until the whole pattern stood there and the ice beneath it held. When Mab called from the bank, he went back the way he had come, stepping in his own footprints.

In spring the thaw took the pattern, but Tobias had it by heart. He drew it in dots on the cabin door of the Tern, star and ferns and all, and the bargemen said it was a lucky sign for the cut. Mab only nodded and said he had learned to be patient, which was more use than skating.