Black and grey geometric mandala tattoo covering a man's chest, abdomen, shoulders and neck, in dotwork and blackwork style.

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Geometric mandala across chest and torso

Geometric · Chest · Black and grey · Photo

A shirtless man, shown from the chin down, is covered by a large black and grey mandala at the centre of the chest and abdomen. Fine dotwork shading and bold blackwork fills create layered rings of geometric petals, triangles and interlaced lines, with more geometric patterns extending over the shoulders and up the neck. The composition is symmetrical and centred, with the design wrapping across the torso.

Geometric Dotwork Blackwork Chest Shoulder Neck Mandala Geometric pattern Sacred geometry Triangle Circle Interlace Torso Man

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Dilys had been on her knees since six, levering the last triangles of the rose into wet mortar, when Mrs Okonedo came down the chapel steps holding a folded drawing like a summons. The centre was meant to be finished by noon. The rings ran outward from a point no bigger than a thumbnail: eight petals, then sixteen, then a band of interlaced knots that had taken three weeks to lay out with string and a plumb line.

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"My husband drew this," she said, unfolding it on the sill. "Before he went away to sea. He said the circles were a way of keeping track of things that don't end." Dilys studied the pencil lines, the careful compass arcs, and the small dot in the middle where he had pressed hard enough to dent the paper. There were no initials, no names, only the pattern repeating outward, each ring a little more intricate than the one before it.

Dilys cut the final piece herself, a sliver of black slate no larger than a fingernail, and set it into the dot. The mortar was still soft and she worked it flush with her thumb. When she sat back, the floor seemed to breathe. The light through the high window caught the grey and the cream so that the whole rose appeared to turn very slowly on its axis.

Mrs Okonedo knelt beside her in her ivory dress and pressed one palm flat on the centre. "Now it's finished," she said. Dilys did not tell her that every pattern like this one begins from a single point, and that the point is always the hardest part to leave alone.