Colour tattoo of a symmetrical folk-style floral mandala with grey shaded petals, red hearts and green leaves on the shoulder and upper back.

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Folk floral mandala on a shoulder

Traditional · Shoulder · Mixed · Photo

A symmetrical mandala of a large shaded grey flower with lighter blue petals at its centre, surrounded by smaller blue flowers, green leaf sprigs and red hearts. Bold black outlines define the design, and fine dotwork shading gives the central bloom its depth. Colour is limited to blue, red and green accents against the grey and black, and the design fills the shoulder and upper back as a single centred composition.

Traditional Dotwork Botanical Shoulder Back Flower Mandala Heart Leaves Dot

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The lid had split along its hinge the winter the boats stopped coming in, so Maren's father carried the painted chest down to the quay and set it on an upturned crate. Everyone in Skarvik knew the grey bloom at the middle of that lid. Her grandmother had shaded every petal with a single hair from a cat's tail, or so the story went, and the red hearts around it were the only colour the village had ever agreed on.

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The fishing boat Halvard was bound for the Lofoten grounds with six men and a borrowed compass. Maren rowed out to it at dusk with a pot of blue paint and a brush worn down to a stub. She asked the mate to hold the lamp steady while she touched up the small blue flowers along the gunwale, one for each man who would come home. The mate laughed, then didn't, because the paint was still wet when the wind swung north.

They came back eleven days later with all six men and a cracked mast. The mate said the wind had sat in the north like a hand on the tiller, and that when they had nothing else to steer by, they had steered by those little blue flowers. Maren's father took the chest back up the hill that spring and mended the hinge with copper wire. He never asked what else she had put in the paint.

Some evenings she still walks down to the quay with the brush in her pocket. The grey bloom has begun to fade at its edges and the hearts have gone the colour of old brick, but the gulls land on the lid as if it were a stone warmed by the sun, and she lets them stay.