Black ink dotwork drawing of the elephant-headed deity Ganesha within a geometric mandala, shown as a tattoo design on paper.

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Ganesha mandala dotwork design

Dotwork · Black and grey · Flash

A line and dot drawing of the elephant-headed deity Ganesha, with ornate headdress, earrings and a raised trunk, sits at the centre of a radial mandala. The mandala's points are built from geometric triangles and diamonds filled with stippled dots, and the face is rendered in fine black linework. The drawing is in black ink on white paper, with two pens placed at the top edge.

Dotwork Geometric Ganesha Elephant Deity Mandala Headdress Trunk Dot Geometric pattern

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The clockmaker's daughter had been counting dots for three weeks, and by the time the rain stopped on the market square she had reached four thousand and eleven. Her father said the number did not matter. Her grandmother said it mattered very much, because every dot was a small decision someone had agreed to make, and a mandala was only a crowd of agreements arranged in a circle.

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The elephant at the centre had come to the town in a crate marked for a bell foundry, though nobody could say who had sent it or why it had been left on the steps of the chapel. It was carved from pale wood and had one tusk mended with brass. When the children asked it questions it lifted its trunk and turned the tip toward the speaker, the way a man listens who is deciding whether to be offended. The grandmother said the trunk was for clearing the path ahead of you, and that a wise creature keeps one hand free to remove what is in the way.

On the last evening of her count, the girl pressed her pen down beside the final point of the star and felt the ink go on steady and black. Her father looked over her shoulder and laughed softly, because the pattern had closed without a gap. Every triangle met its neighbour. Every diamond held its share of dots. The elephant looked out from the middle with its earrings and its painted crown, quite pleased and quite unbothered, as if the whole town had been arranged around it on purpose.

In the morning the wooden elephant was gone from the chapel steps, and in its place lay a sheet of paper weighted with two pens. The girl kept the drawing in her satchel for years afterwards and never once counted the dots again.