Black and white photo of a fine line geometric star with a botanical flower inside, tattooed on a person's ribs under a raised arm.

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Geometric star and flower on ribs

Fine line · Ribs · Black and grey · Photo

A fine line tattoo of an eight-pointed geometric star frames a shaded flower with layered petals at its centre. The linework is delicate and mostly thin, with soft grey shading inside the petals. The black and white photograph shows the tattoo small in the frame, on the side of the torso beneath a raised arm, with a plain light background.

Fine line Geometric Botanical Ribs Flower Star Geometric shape Petal Line

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

You learn the wind rose before you learn the harbour wall, because the old chartmaker, Mr Ansell, says a map that cannot point is only a picture. He makes you draw the eight winds first, each one a fine line pulled from the centre of the sheet, and you must not lift the pen until every point meets exactly where the meridian crosses.

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The flower is his wife's doing. Ruth painted botanicals for the Admiralty before the damp got into her chest, and in the bottom drawer there is a sheet of lilies she shaded with a stub of graphite, petal over petal, so each one looks lit from a window you cannot see. Ansell keeps it beneath the wind rose as if the two were meant to be read together. You ask him once why a chart needs a bloom. He says the sea is full of things that look like stars and are not, and you ought to know the difference by the way the light sits on them.

The winter the fog came in off the estuary and stayed nine weeks, you traced the rose over and over onto spoiled paper until the lines grew so thin the sheet nearly tore. Ansell coughed through the nights and you kept the lamp trimmed. On the last grey morning he asked for the drawer. You gave him the lily sheet, and he laid it flat over the wind rose on the table and held both up to the window.

Through the paper the two shapes lay one over the other, the petals falling exactly between the winds. 'There,' he said, and it was the only praise you ever had from him. Afterwards you carried the sheets down to the quay and pinned them to the board outside the chandlery, where the fishermen could see that the sea had a centre, and that someone had taken the trouble to draw it.