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Gold mandala tattoo on the back of a hand

Hand · Colour · Photo

A hand is shown from the back, with an ornate circular mandala in gold ink across the back of the hand. Thin dotted lines run along the index and middle fingers and a row of dots sits around the wrist like a bracelet. The metallic gold ink sits against a pale, softly lit background, and the composition centres the hand with the fingers angled upward.

Hand Mandala Dotted line Wrist band Ornamental pattern

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The stencil card had gone soft as cloth at the edges, and Nell Garrity kept it pinned above the bench where the north window caught it after four. Her uncle cut the first circle in 1958 for a signwriter in Margate who never painted the pub sign it was meant for. Every spring since, someone had walked in off the front with a photograph folded in their coat and asked for the same pattern, petal inside petal, a ring of tiny stars breaking the rim.

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Tomasz, who had been sweeping the shop for three weeks, asked why she bothered with the pricker for the dots. "Anyone can run a fine nib along a line," he said. Nell laid the card flat, set the awl at the edge of the outer ring and tapped once, then again, making holes the width of a lentil. "Gold leaf lies better where the paper has breathed," she said. "Count them. Every dot is a place where the light gets through."

He counted. Thirty-one on the rim, twelve in the star ring, then a run of nine for the thin band that was meant to sit like a bracelet and was not a bracelet at all. Customers always wanted that band, she told him, because it made the circle look set down rather than painted on, something a person could slip off at night and leave on the sill. He pressed the gold size through the holes with a sponge and lifted the card away slowly, the way you would lift a sleeping cat.

That evening Nell locked up and went home. In the morning the sun came through the north glass and laid the damp gold dots across the bench in a ring the size of a saucer. Tomasz left them there rather than sweep, because it was the only part of the shop that shone.