Black and grey dotwork mandala leg sleeve with a butterfly on each thigh, covering both legs from thigh to ankle.

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Mandala leg sleeve with butterflies

Dotwork · Thigh · Black and grey · Photo

Both legs of a person lying on a dark table are covered from thigh to ankle in black and grey mandala designs. Two large butterflies sit on the thighs, and circular floral mandalas with leaf-like motifs run down the calves and shins. The shading is built from fine stippled dots and clean outlines, with soft grey gradients that give the ornaments depth.

Dotwork Geometric Thigh Calf Ankle Butterfly Mandala Flower Ornament Leaf Leg sleeve

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The sea had been flat for nine days when Tamsin's grandmother began unpicking the sail. She said the wind was asleep inside the cloth and needed its seams opened to breathe. The crew of the Marigold Vane thought her mad, but they let her sit on a coil of rope by the foremast with her lap full of grey thread and a needle as thin as a hair.

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She stitched rings. Round ones first, the size of a teacup, then smaller rings inside them, then flowers with eight petals in the middle of those, and leaves that curled back on themselves like the tips of waves. Each ring took her an evening. The sailors learned to step over her feet without looking down. When the thread ran out she unravelled the cook's old netting for more. The butterflies came last, two of them, pinned to the corners where the canvas met the mast. Moths only follow lamps, she said, but butterflies follow calm water and always know the way home.

On the twelfth day a squall came out of the south with no warning. The rings, drawn tight, held the sail like a fist holds a coin, and the mainsail did not tear. The boy who had laughed loudest at her stood in the rigging afterwards with his hands numb and watched the stitched circles shiver in the rain.

Tamsin took the needle back and bit off the thread. "Now they can breathe," she said, and that was the whole of her thanks.