Black ink lotus and mandala tattoo with ornamental linework across the upper back, with long dark hair draped over one shoulder.

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Lotus and mandala across upper back

Botanical · Back · Black and grey · Photo

A large central lotus flower sits beneath a mandala with radiating petals, with fine branching leaves and dangling drop ornaments extending outwards and downwards. The linework is detailed and symmetrical, built from fine lines and small dots, with solid black accents in the petals. The design is composed in black ink only and is centred on the upper back, framed by a fall of dark hair on the left.

Botanical Geometric Back Lotus Mandala Flower Leaves Ornament Symmetry

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Brother Anselm, you asked how a man can spend three weeks on one flower. I have finally understood it, and the answer came from the compass rather than the vellum. Abbot Wenlock lent me the brass pair that belonged to the cellarer's brother, the one who laid out the chapter house ribs, and I have been trying to make the lotus at the centre answer to a single point the way those stones do.

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Every petal must lift from the same hub. I drew the outer ring first, eight points, then the inner ring, then the broad lotus that sits between them like a boat on still water. Lampblack ground with oak gall goes browner in the cold, so I work by the window in the hour after Terce, when the light lies flat. The fine branching leaves I pricked in with the needle, dot by dot, because a ruled line looks dead beside the rest.

The drops came last. Six of them hang from the lowest petals on chains of tiny dots, each narrowing to a point like a shower stopped mid-fall. Brother Oswin came to watch, counted them twice, and asked why they did not match. I told him perfect symmetry is for the chapter house roof, and a lotus must be allowed one small disorder so that whoever carries it can finish it.

So the lowest drop I left open, its dot not yet joined to its point, a gap no wider than a grain of rice. When you come to the feast, bring the good ink and the fine needle. I want you to close it yourself.