Black and grey dotwork mandala tattoo with geometric petals and dotted edges across the top of a foot.

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Dotwork mandala tattoo on a foot

Dotwork · Other · Black and grey · Photo

A mandala design covers the top of a foot, built from a central dotted circle, layered petal shapes and a scalloped outer border. The linework is fine and solid black, and the shading is made from dense stippled dots and solid black fills. A pale drawing of a similar mandala sits on paper in the upper left of the frame.

Dotwork Geometric Other Mandala Floral pattern Dot

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Ruth had been up since four, breaking the ice on the water trough with the heel of a hammer, when she noticed the frost on the byre window had gone strange overnight. It wasn't the usual feathered ferns but a round thing, a rosette of dots packed so tight at the centre they had merged into a dark coin, with petals fanning out and scalloped edges like the lace on her mother's tablecloth.

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She fetched her father's old pencil and a sheet of greaseproof paper from the dresser drawer and tried to copy it before the sun reached the glass. Her hand kept stopping to count. Each ring seemed to carry one more dot than the last, or the same number arranged differently, and the scallops came round in a pattern she could not fix in her head. By the time the light came over Harrow Field the glass had gone to water and the design was only a shine on the sill.

Her brother Tom came in stamping, wanting to know why the milk was late. She showed him the drawing. He squinted, said it looked like a sheep's eye seen through a bottle, and went back out to the yard. But that night the frost came again, bigger, and in the morning there were two mandalas on the window, the second overlapping the first so that the dots of one filled the gaps of the other.

She stopped trying to draw them after that. She stood in the cold kitchen with a cup going lukewarm in her hands and let the pattern spread across the glass, counting the dots under her breath until the sun took them, and found she no longer minded that they did not last.