Black line drawing of an ornamental heart surrounded by scrolls, small hearts and dots, shown as a tattoo flash design on a white background.

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Ornamental heart with scrolls and small hearts

Black and grey · Flash

A symmetrical design centred on a large outlined heart containing a smaller heart filled with scroll motifs. Smaller hearts, curling scrolls and dots radiate outwards from the central heart, with more hearts at the top and bottom. The drawing uses uniform black linework on white with no shading or colour, and the composition is balanced around a vertical and horizontal axis.

Heart Scroll Swirl Dot Ornament

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The gate had to be finished before the snow shut Hartsgill pass, so I worked the forge through the night while my sister Nell pumped the bellows and swore at every spark that jumped her sleeve. Ada Brennock, who kept the posting house at the top of the road, wanted scrolls over her yard gate, curling iron that would catch the lamplight. She wanted a heart in the middle, a larger one outlined in plain bar, and inside it a smaller heart full of spirals, and then little hearts scattered out from the centre like seed thrown from a hand.

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I had drawn it in pencil on the back of a carrier's bill, and the drawing looked simple until I tried to forge it. Every curl had to turn back on itself without touching its neighbour, or the iron would crack in the first hard frost. Around three in the morning I joined two spirals where they should have stayed apart, and I was ready to throw the piece on the scrap heap. Nell took the bar from me, cut through the join with the hot chisel, and said that a heart was only ever wrong where you were afraid of leaving space in it. We reworked the centre by lamplight until the ash on the floor was grey as wool.

The first carrier of the season came up the road at dawn, two mules steaming and a boy asleep under a sack in the cart. He stopped to read the gate, squinting at the hearts. He asked why there were so many small ones and so few large. Ada came out in her shawl and said they were for the people who kept coming back over the top, and that a gate should never be built for only one of them.

I set the last rivet, a dot no bigger than a pea, and the snow began to fall, sifting through the scrolls as though it too wanted to be let in.