Light metallic ornamental design with paisley and lotus-like motifs on a woman's upper back, photographed from behind.

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Metallic ornamental design on upper back

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A symmetrical ornamental design with paisley shapes, a lotus-like central form and a small heart at the base sits on the upper back of a woman whose head is turned away. The linework is fine and detailed, with dotted accents and a few scattered dots around the edges, and the design is rendered in a light silver-white metallic ink against tanned skin. The design is centred on the spine and framed by a beaded collar and a pale open-back top.

Back Paisley Lotus Ornament Heart Dot Mandala

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The gardener at Hollin House kept a pond with a single lotus in it, and she would not let the steward pick it. Every midsummer he came up the lane with his ledger and his little brass scales, and every midsummer Joan Weir told him the lotus was not for sale, only for the one morning it opened.

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One year the steward brought a boy who could draw. The boy sat on the wall with a stick of charcoal and copied the lotus onto a flat grey stone, then the paisley leaves that curled out from its stem, then the small heart-shaped seed pod at the root. Joan watched him until the sun dropped behind the chimney. She asked what he meant to do with the pictures. He said he would carry them to the city and sell them to the goldsmiths, who pressed such shapes into their jewellery boxes.

Joan did not argue. She took his hand and pressed it flat against the warm wall of the pond house, and she told him the water would give up one silver bloom for every pattern that was taken true. He thought she was mad. That night the lotus opened a second time, white as a coin in the dark, and in the morning he found that the dots of his drawing had come off the stone and lay on his own sleeve like beads of light. They did not wash out.

He walked to the city with the stone in his satchel and never sold a single print. The steward's grandchildren still knew better than to touch the pond, and anyone who came up the lane asking for the lotus was sent home with a sprig of mint and the advice to draw it instead.