Black ink drawing of a lotus flower with dotwork shading and small scattered dots on paper, beside a black fineline pen, suited to a fine line botanical tattoo.

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Lotus flower design with dotwork shading

Fine line · Black and grey · Flash

A hand-drawn lotus flower made of five outlined petals, with the lower petals shaded in stippled dots. Small dots are scattered around the top and sides of the bloom. The drawing is in black ink on pale paper, with a black fineliner pen resting at the upper left.

Fine line Dotwork Botanical Lotus Flower Petal Dot

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The boiler in the glasshouse gave out on the second Tuesday of January, and by dusk the thermometer taped to the potting bench read four degrees. Nell stood in the doorway with a torch in her teeth, counting the surface of the stock tank for ice. Her grandfather had carried the lotus tuber home from a market in Lisbon forty years ago, wrapped in a damp tea towel inside his coat, and it had outlived his hip, his pipe and the sheepdog that used to sleep on the bench beside it.

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She had no money for a new burner. She went back to the farmhouse kitchen, found the fineliner her mother used for labelling jam jars, and sat at the table with a sheet of greaseproof paper. Five petals first, drawn slowly, then the stipple she had watched her grandfather use in the margins of seed catalogues, a dot for every frost crystal she imagined forming on the water. The pen ran dry in places and she pressed harder, and the ink skipped across the paper like something refusing to be hurried.

By midnight she had drawn the bloom four times, each copy a little lower on the page, as though it were sinking. She carried the best one out to the glasshouse, pinned it to the bench beside the thermometer, then filled the kettle and poured it slowly over the rim of the tank, watching the ice crack and fold back on itself.

In the morning steam hung under the glass roof, and through it a single green point had broken the surface. Nell held the drawing up to the light and saw that her stippled dots sat exactly where the real petals were beginning to open, so she left the paper pinned where it was.