Black and grey fine line sketch of a lotus flower with pointed petals and a row of dots above and below, shown as a tattoo design with no body placement visible.

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Lotus flower design with dotted accents

Botanical · Black and grey · Flash

A pencil-style drawing of a lotus flower with layered, pointed petals and a central bud. The petals are outlined with fine, sketchy linework and lightly shaded, with a small cluster of dots above and below the flower. The design is shown in black and grey on a plain light grey background.

Botanical Fine line Lotus Flower Petal Dot Bud

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Mr Hollis pinned a sheet of grey card to the board and told me to draw the flower the way water would remember it. I had been at Ashcombe Tile eleven days and had only drawn things that stayed still. The commission came from a shipping agent in Gravesend, who wanted a lotus for a tiled panel in the dining saloon of the Maritana, bound for Bombay. His sketch, done on the back of a manifest, showed two dots above and two below, as though he had counted the petals and lost his place.

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I learned the flower the slow way. Every evening I walked to the weir on the Trent and watched the water lilies, which are not lotuses but close enough to teach a boy patience. Petals come in rings, I wrote in my notebook, each shorter and sharper than the ring outside it, and the bud stays hidden until it doesn't. I drew the bud last and pressed so lightly the lead barely marked the card. Hollis would take the pencil from me and go over my outlines, not to correct them, but to darken the places where the light gave out.

The panel sailed in March. Eight months later a letter came back with a Bombay postmark. The tiles in the saloon had cracked in the heat, the purser wrote, all but the lotus, which had come through two monsoons and a galley fire without a hairline. The stewards, he said, always pointed out the dots first, the way the line of them ran straight up through the flower like a plumb line. Hollis read it twice and tucked it into his waistcoat. He never said whether he had planned that, and I never asked, because I had added the dots at the end of a long afternoon, when my hand was tired and I had nothing left to give the card.