Dark ink mandala armband with a central flower, leaf motifs and dotted detailing wrapped around the upper arm.

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Mandala flower armband on upper arm

Dotwork · Upper arm · Black and grey · Photo

A wide band of ornamental mandala design wraps around the upper arm, centred on a large layered flower with petals and small dots. Fine linework and stippled dotwork fill the petals, scalloped borders and vertical leaf-like spikes above and below the motif. The ink appears dark brown or black on skin, and the arm fills the frame against a grey top and a lace tablecloth.

Dotwork Botanical Upper arm Mandala Flower Leaves Armband Ornament Dot

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The lock gates groaned open below Cressbrook just as Nell dipped her brush, and she swore, because a roundel laid on wet with a rushed hand dries lopsided. Her uncle's narrowboat, the Patience Rowe, lay tied at the towpath with its cabin side scrubbed bare where the old medallion had flaked away. Walt wanted the flower back before the buyers came up from Leeds on Saturday. Not a rose, he'd said, the proper sort of flower, the sort you'd see stamped on a cone of paste at the market.

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She began with the centre, a ring of tiny dots pressed in with the end of a quill, because the dots were what took the patience. Then came the petals, five laid in one ring and five in another, each scalloped at its edge so the lamplight would catch it. Between them she painted the spikes, tall and narrow, three above and three below, like reed heads bowing into the current. Walt sat on the stern with his flask and counted under his breath, losing his place and starting again, until the count stopped being a number and became the sound of water under the hull.

A hire boat came up through the lock, rattling with children. A small girl with wet hair pressed her nose to the glass and pointed at the flower on the wall. Nell expected to be asked whether she could paint one on her, but the girl only wanted to know why it had so many dots. Nell thought about it. Because the flower is made of many small things, she said, and a boat needs many small things to stay afloat. The girl nodded as if that settled everything.

When the last dot was in, Walt stood and ran his thumb over the wet ochre, wiped it on his trousers and said nothing for a long time. Saturday, he said at last. The buyers would look at that flower and know a boat had been looked after. Nell packed the brushes into their tin. Below them the gates shut with a long wooden sigh, and the water began to rise.