Black geometric butterfly with dotwork shading on a lilac and blue painted background, mounted in a wooden embroidery hoop.

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Geometric butterfly in an embroidery hoop

Geometric · Black and grey · Flash

A symmetrical butterfly is drawn in black ink, built from angular facets and diamond shapes with fine dotted shading along the wings. It sits centrally on a textured background washed in pale blue, lilac and white, framed by a light wooden embroidery hoop. The design is flat and centred with plenty of open space around it.

Geometric Dotwork Butterfly Diamond Geometric shape Dotwork

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Brother Anselm has taught you to count the dots before the pen touches the linen, because a wing with one dot too many will never sit true in the light. Tonight compline has rung and the scriptorium is empty but for you, the smell of cold tallow, and the mended altar cloth stretched in its wooden hoop on the desk, where you were meant to be darning a torn corner of the Easter frontal.

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Instead you have inked a butterfly over the darn. Its wings are built from angles, each facet split into a diamond, and the shading along the edges is nothing but patient dots, hundreds of them, each placed like a bead on a rosary. The ground beneath it you washed yourself that afternoon, blue from the indigo jar and lilac from crushed mallow, dragged across the linen until it looked like the sky over the lower cloister before the bell. You told yourself it was a practice piece. You knew it was not.

Anselm finds you still at it, the lamp guttering. He does not scold. He lifts the hoop, tilts it toward the window and studies the body of the insect, the single diamond at its centre where every line converges. 'Where do the wings meet?' he asks. 'There,' you say. 'Good. Everything in this house is held at one point and kept from falling apart by the frame around it.' He says nothing more about rules. He only takes your pen and adds one dot at the very edge of the lowest wing, so small you could miss it.

In the morning the hoop hangs above the refectory door, where every novice passes with eyes lowered. Nobody remarks on the butterfly. But you notice that Anselm's dot is the only thing on the cloth that is not perfectly placed, and that the whole wing somehow looks more like it is about to lift off the linen than it did before.