Black and grey dotwork mandala and lotus flower tattoo covering the upper arm of a person wearing a blue sleeveless top.

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Mandala and lotus tattoo on upper arm

Dotwork · Upper arm · Black and grey · Photo

A large black and grey tattoo covers the upper arm, with a radial mandala at the top and lotus flowers with leaf-like petals below. The design is built from fine dots and stippled shading, with some solid black accents and soft grey tones that give the flowers depth. The subject is shown from the shoulder down, against a plain black background, with the arm angled slightly toward the camera.

Dotwork Geometric Botanical Upper arm Mandala Lotus Flower Petal Star Leaves

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The card came back from Mrs Pell with a hole missing from the centre of the star, and nobody in the back room would admit to it. Dora held it up to the gas lamp and counted the rings twice, the way her father had taught her: eight rounds of pricked dots spreading out from a single point, like ripples on a pond that had decided to be orderly.

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The pattern was for a christening shawl, a mandala of lotus heads and leaf-shaped petals that the pricker's guild on Stoney Street had worked from since before the war. Every dot was a decision. Her father used to say that a pricker who rushed the petals would hear it in the lace, a thinness, a light showing through where it had no business being. Dora had pricked the outer rings herself that spring. She knew the weight of her own hand, and the star was not hers.

She found Ellis at the bench by the window, sleeves rolled, a fresh pin between his fingers. 'It wasn't me,' he said before she asked, and she believed him, because his dots were perfectly even. Then Mrs Pell's letter turned up tucked under the frame, and Dora read the line twice. The gap was her mother's, pricked at fourteen with a shaking hand, and the family had asked that it be copied exactly, flaw and all.

She left the gap where it was. Then she turned down the lamp and held the card against the window, and the morning came through the holes in a scatter of small bright points across the bench, and for a moment the star was whole.