Black linework geometric tattoo of a symmetrical diamond design with radiating lines and arches, on the inner forearm of a person with an open hand.

Geometric diamond linework on a forearm

Geometric · Forearm · Black and grey · Photo

A symmetrical diamond-shaped geometric design runs the length of the forearm, built from fine black outlines with radiating lines, arches and small inner diamonds. The work uses single-weight linework with little or no solid shading, and the pattern is centred on the forearm against a green grass and bush background. The image is in black ink only.

Geometric Fine line Forearm Geometric pattern Diamond Symmetrical design Radiating lines Mandala

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The rain has followed you up the steps of Brinkley House, and Mrs Oakes lets you in without a word about the suitcase dripping on her mat. She hands you a key tied to a lump of cork and nods upward at the fanlight above the front door. One diamond of its glass has cracked straight through, and the lead lines holding the whole thing together have bent out of true. Nobody local will touch it, she says, because the pattern frightens them.

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By the second morning you have the fanlight memorised. Diamonds nest inside diamonds, each stitched with fine lines that fan out like the spokes of a wheel, and every few inches a small arch opens like a doorway with nothing behind it. You sketch it on the back of a laundry docket while the breakfast kippers go cold. When you hold the drawing up to the grey window, the rays seem to point at the pier, then past it, out to where the fog sits on the water.

Mrs Oakes watches you measure the frame with a folding rule. She has a way of standing very still in doorways. On the third afternoon she tells you that her husband drew the original on a tablecloth the week they married, and that the arches were meant to be windows, one for every room in the house. The cracked diamond sits over the room at the top of the stairs, the one she keeps locked.

You cut the replacement glass that evening by the light of the hallway bulb. When the last piece slides into the lead, the lamp shines through and throws a perfect diamond across the floorboards, then up the stairs, where it comes to rest on the locked door. Mrs Oakes says nothing. She simply holds out the key.