Black ink mandala and lotus tattoo in fine line style on a woman's upper back, running from the nape towards the shoulder blades.

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Mandala and lotus tattoo on the upper back

Fine line · Back · Black and grey · Photo

A woman's bare back shows a black ink ornamental design with a central lotus, a stacked mandala-like motif above it and a hanging pendant below. The linework is fine and detailed, with dotted shading and leaf-like flourishes. The design is in black only against warm skin, with white flowers visible in the background at the top right.

Fine line Botanical Back Mandala Lotus Ornament Pendant Leaves

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Edith Pring had been told the lotus would never sit on a veil, and she had said nothing, only taken the card home and drawn it again at the kitchen table after her brother had gone to bed. The mill on Hollowstone Lane made its money on straight lines, net and bobbin edging sold by the yard, and a flower that opened from its centre in rings did not belong on their frames. Still, she had seen one painted on a tea caddy in a Derby shop window, its petals stacked like the layers of an onion, and she could not stop seeing it.

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By the third week the drawing had grown a second ring of leaves and a small drop hanging from the base, shaped like a bead of water that refused to fall. Mr Hallam held the sheet up to the gaslight and said the drop was wasted thread. Edith said nothing. The next morning he came down to the floor himself and found that the bobbin girls had worked her drop into every fourth bolt, because it was the only part of the pattern the eye stopped on, and nobody could say why.

The veil was finished in the spring. A bride from Ilkeston wore it to St Mary's, and the lace hem brushed the flagstones behind her, the drop swinging loose at the edge where the net gathered. Edith did not go to the wedding. She heard about it from the girl who had stitched the border, who said the drop had caught the light through the west window and looked, for a moment, like something that might still fall.