Black and grey dotwork forearm tattoo of an ornate mandala with an eye inside a triangle at the centre, on the inner forearm below an outstretched hand.

Mandala and eye forearm tattoo

Dotwork · Forearm · Black and grey · Photo

The tattoo covers the inner forearm with a symmetrical mandala built from stacked medallions, scalloped rings and a central eye inside an outlined triangle, with a sunburst of radiating rays behind it. Fine stippled dotwork shades the circles and rays, while bold outlines define the arches and pendant-shaped lower section. The image is in black and grey against a plain grey background, with the hand raised at the top of the frame.

Dotwork Geometric Forearm Mandala Eye Triangle Sunburst Ornament Pendant Teardrop Arch

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Sit yourselves down on the bench, and mind the pigeon, he's had his eye on your sandwich since you came in. Forty years I kept the lamps at Hollin Cross, and the signal box had one rule painted above the door in letters nobody bothered to read: keep the sun at the centre and the rest will mind itself.

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Wilf Garside came up from the valley the year the coal dust settled for good, with a tin of brass polish and a sketchbook. He drew rings on the backs of tickets, circles inside circles, rays fanning out like a dropped fan. The stationmaster thought him soft. Then came the storm of '57, when the wind took three telegraph poles and the lamps went dark along four miles of line. Wilf sat in the box all night with a stub of pencil and drew a triangle with an eye set inside it, and he would not say why.

At first light every lamp was burning, though nobody had climbed a single pole. The eye had shown him a crack in the cable under the ballast, a dark stain of water where the clay had slipped. He walked the line with a lantern and found the fault exactly where the drawing pointed, and the six-ten rattled through with its lamp shining, none of its passengers the wiser.

They offered him a medal and a rise in wages. He took neither. He only asked for a bench on the down platform where he could sit and look at the clock. He said the sun at the centre was never about being watched, only a way of telling yourself where to look first. Now listen, that's the eleven-forty coming round the bend. Mind the gap, and mind the pigeon.