Three views of a dotwork geometric tattoo on an upper arm and shoulder, with a black and grey circular lattice, red lotus-style petals and a cube pattern below.

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Geometric mandala sleeve on upper arm

Geometric · Upper arm · Mixed · Photo

The tattoo covers the upper arm and shoulder with a circular geometric mandala in black and grey, built from fine white linework over dense dotwork shading. A ring of red petals surrounds the central design, and a black and grey cube lattice continues down the arm, with a red and black star motif visible on the back of the arm. The three side-by-side photographs show the tattoo from the front, the side and the back in even lighting against a dark background.

Geometric Dotwork Upper arm Shoulder Mandala Lattice Petal Star Circle

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The surveyor's chain had snapped twice before Oswin Parrish admitted the hill was not measuring as it should. Every bearing he took on the north terrace came back a hair off true, and the ledger for the cistern works had begun to look like a letter written by someone who could not sit still. He pinned the drawings to the trestle in the old chapel of the mill house and weighted the corners with pebbles from the stream. The lattice he had sketched for the sluice gates kept folding in on itself, each cube sharing a face with the next, until the page showed a floor that could be walked on and a ceiling that could be fallen through.

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His daughter Meg came up with the lamp at dusk and found him counting dots in the margin, hundreds of them, pressed into the paper with the point of a nail. She said the ring of red petals around the wheel of lines looked like the rose window in Hatherleigh, the one the village had lost in the storm of the year the bell cracked. Oswin said that was the point. A thing that had been broken could be drawn back together if you knew the exact angle at which the pieces had once met.

They worked until the lamp guttered. By morning the sluice was built to his drawing, and the water ran through the cube lattice without a sound. Meg swore the star at the centre, stamped in red on the lowest gate, turned a little each time she passed it, though her father only laughed and told her to stop looking for patterns where there were none, which was exactly what he had done for the whole of his life.