Two matching black mandala flower tattoos, one on a woman's shoulder blade and one on her upper arm, in a dotwork style.

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Mandala flower tattoos on shoulder and upper arm

Dotwork · Shoulder · Black and grey · Photo

Two mandala-style flower tattoos sit on a woman's upper back near the shoulder and on her outer upper arm, with the arm bent towards the viewer. Each design has a dense central medallion surrounded by layered petals, built from fine stippled dots and solid outlines. The ink is black and dark grey against light skin, and the pale white dress and shirt fill the background, keeping the focus on the tattoos.

Dotwork Geometric Shoulder Upper arm Mandala Flower Petal Medallion

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Mrs Ailsa Penrose had been stippling the same circle for nine weeks when the boy from the ferry office came up the stairs with his cap in his hands. She did not look up. Her compass was pinned to a sheet of tracing paper, and every dot she made with the fine steel nib had to sit exactly where the last one had sat, or the petals would drift out of true.

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'Your father says the drawing's for a wedding,' he said.

'It's for a sixtieth,' she said. 'Different shoulder, same flower.' She lifted the paper to the window. The sea beyond the harbour wall was the colour of pewter, and the light came through the tracing in a neat grid of shadows. Twelve petals, she had decided, because twelve was the number of hours a ferry crew would hang about waiting for weather. She had no idea whether that was true. She liked the number.

He watched her work for a while without speaking, which she appreciated. Then he asked whether it hurt, and she told him the ink did not care whether it hurt, and that was the difference between paper and skin. Skin moved. Paper stayed put. You learned to draw for the thing that would breathe under it.

When the dots were finished she pressed the sheet flat under a glass paperweight and wrote a single line at the foot in pencil: centre first, then the petals, then the edge that holds it all in. The boy read it upside down. He took his cap and went down the stairs without saying goodbye, and she heard the door bell ring twice in the wind.