Black and grey dotwork mandala tattoo with a lotus motif covering the inner forearm, shown on a person wearing a black top.

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Mandala and lotus forearm piece

Dotwork · Forearm · Black and grey · Photo

A dense mandala design covers the forearm, built from a stacked lotus flower at the elbow end and layered ornamental panels with teardrop and petal shapes below. The work is made up mostly of fine stippled dots and delicate line detail, with heavier black accents giving depth to the central motifs. The design is in black ink and greys only, and the piece fills the frame against a plain white textured wall.

Dotwork Geometric Forearm Mandala Lotus Flower Ornament Petal Paisley

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The pattern cards came up from the works in a crate marked for Nottingham, and Mrs Sallow had already pricked the first lotus before the foreman finished his tea. I was sixteen and sat at the next bench with a pin in one hand and a magnifier strapped to my forehead. Every dot was a hole, and every hole was a thread the loom would lift or drop, so one careless jab meant a flower with a missing petal sent out to a whole county of lace.

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She taught me to count from the centre outward. Start at the bud, she said, the bud is the only part that must be true. Then the petals, then the ring of teardrops that spilled down the card like rain off a gutter. We worked through the winter with the windows painted black against the blackout and the wireless turned low, pricking the same mandala again and again until my fingers went numb and my dots came out the size of a grain of salt.

The turn came in the spring the mill shut its looms for good. A buyer from London wanted one card only, a bespoke lotus stacked seven flowers high, on a single unbroken sheet. Mrs Sallow gave it to me. I pricked for nine nights. On the last one I found I had put a dot too many in the lowest teardrop, a tiny ink-black spot where no thread should go, and I sat staring at it until she came in with her coat still on.

She looked for a long time. Then she held the card up to the lamp and said the spot was the only honest thing on it. The loom would never know, she said, but anyone who looked twice would see that a hand had made it. She folded the card into tissue and sent it south. I still keep the carbon of that pattern in my drawer, and the dot is there, a small black eye at the foot of the lotus.