Pastel hummingbird tattoo with black ornamental mandala linework and dotwork shading across a forearm.

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Hummingbird and mandala on a forearm

Neo-trad · Forearm · Mixed · Photo

A hummingbird in flight is the central subject, with pink, lilac and teal wings and body. Its outline and a surrounding ornamental mandala pattern are in fine black linework, with stippled dotwork shading in the background and along the trailing tail. Soft pastel colour contrasts with the dark linework, and the design wraps across the forearm towards the wrist, where a purple fan-shaped motif finishes the composition.

Neo-trad Dotwork Forearm Hummingbird Bird Mandala Ornament Pattern

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Mrs Pell came into the drawing room at Hollin Street with her gloves still on and asked whether the bird could face the other way. I told her it could not. A hummingbird does not turn for anyone; it hangs in the air with its wings thrown back, and everything around it has to do the holding. She sniffed at the tracing paper pinned to my board, all rings and petals, and said the girls at the frames would never manage such nonsense before Christmas.

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They managed it. I worked the mandala first, ring inside ring of fine black thread, counting each row the way my mother taught me so the pattern closed without a seam. Then came the colour, which was the only part Mrs Pell truly cared about: the rose and lilac of the body, the teal of the long tail feathers, which I dyed three times in the cellar before the shade stopped looking like pond water. Maud sat beside me in the evenings and picked out the dots, tiny points of ground silk that gave the background its shimmer when the lamp caught it.

Near the end Maud asked why the bird had a purple fan at the very edge, trailing off where the cuff would fold over the wrist. I said a bird needs somewhere to land, even if it never does. Mrs Pell sent the piece to London for the exhibition and did not ask about the bird again.

I tied off the last thread at the fan's tip, a knot so small it would never show. Months later a letter came from a buyer who said the cuff had been hung in a window facing west, and that on bright afternoons the bird looked as if it had only just lifted from the frame and meant to go on. I have not told Mrs Pell that I was glad of it.