Black dotwork mandala tattoo with hanging drops centred on a woman's upper back between the shoulder blades.

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Mandala with hanging drops on upper back

Dotwork · Back · Black and grey · Photo

A woman is photographed from behind with her hair tied up, showing a large black mandala tattoo centred on her upper back. The radial design is built from fine dots and stippled linework, with layered scalloped petals around a central rosette, and a chain of small beaded drops hangs below it. The image is black and grey against a pale wall, with framed tattoo flash drawings visible on the left.

Dotwork Geometric Back Mandala Rosette Petal Chain Drop Bead

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The rosette came away from the centre of the gallopers in three pieces, the way Dad said everything did eventually. I sat on an upturned crate under the work lamp at Tollerton Green with a tin of jeweller's pins and a saucer of the old drops, each one the size of a pea and gone the colour of stewed tea.

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Dad had run the rides for thirty-one seasons and never once asked me to help. Now his hands shook when he held a spanner steady, so I was the one counting out the brass petals on a square of felt. There were twenty-four, scalloped at the edges, and they fanned out from a cast star like the spokes of a wheel that had decided to bloom. Between the petals ran a chain of little beaded drops that hung from the canopy fringe and swung whenever the generator coughed. I used to think those drops were just decoration until a wind came off the Fens and every one of them turned at once, like a crowd looking up.

We were meant to strike the fair in the morning, but I stayed up with the pins and a biro. I traced the rosette onto the back of a ticket stub, then rebuilt the fringe from the centre out, stippling each dot with a fine needle and tying the drops on in the same rhythm the star used. It took until the sky went grey over the hedge. When Dad came out in his cardigan with two mugs, he looked at the fringe for a long time without saying anything.

He took one of the new drops between his finger and thumb and let it knock against the others. Then he handed me back a mug, still warm, and said it was the first thing I'd made that didn't need a spanner. We loaded the lorry with the canopy folded over our shoulders, and the beads swung at the edges, catching the first light.