Colourful mandala tattoo with teal and yellow hearts, red petals and a central flower on the shoulder, in a neo-traditional style.

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Mandala with hearts on a shoulder

Neo-trad · Shoulder · Colour · Photo

A circular mandala design centred on a pink and teal flower, surrounded by red petal shapes, teal and yellow hearts and swirling scrolls. Bold black outlines define the shapes, with solid fills of red, teal, yellow, orange and pink. The design is symmetrical and fills the frame against a blue tiled background.

Neo-trad Geometric Shoulder Mandala Flower Heart Scroll Petal Dot

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The big top had shrunk by a third since the spring, and Mr Leland had stopped pretending otherwise. What was left of the Halloran Brothers Circus fitted into four lorries and a tent that smelt of wet canvas and diesel. I was the wardrobe mistress, which meant I was also the seamstress, the laundress, and the person who sat up with the elephant when her feet swelled.

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Bea, the aerialist, wanted something new for her act, a rotating hoop in red and teal, and she wanted hearts stitched round it because her mother had kept a lodging house in Hull where every door had a heart painted on it. I drew the design on brown paper at the kitchen table of my caravan. A flower at the centre, pink as a boiled sweet. Red petals around it like a lit fuse. Then a band of teal hearts, a band of yellow ones, and scrolls running out to the edge like the ornament on a fiddle. Black outlines, because the arc lamps washed out anything soft.

The hoop was finished in July. By August the bookings had dried up, and the lorry that pulled the generator wouldn't turn over in a field outside Doncaster. Leland stood with his hands in his coat and told us we'd play one more night, then decide. Bea climbed the rope in her new costume, and the hoop took the lamp and threw teal and yellow across the canvas.

On the last night there were eleven people in the stands, and I counted them the way you count stitches. The hoop turned, the flower caught the light, and for a minute the whole worn-out tent looked like the inside of a lit clock. Afterwards Leland folded my paper pattern into quarters and handed it back. 'Keep it,' he said. 'Somebody ought to have the drawing.'