Woman seen from behind with a black dotwork ornamental V-shaped tattoo on her neck and small dotwork designs on the back of her hand.

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Ornamental V-shaped neck tattoo

Dotwork · Neck · Black and grey · Photo

A woman with long blonde hair is photographed from behind, one hand raised into her hair. A black ornamental design with a V-shaped top and a central medallion sits on the back of her neck, with fine lines and stippled dots forming the pattern. Small dotwork motifs are visible on the back of her hand, set against a blue and white geometric tiled wall.

Dotwork Neck Hand Ornament Mandala Medallion Dot

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The kiln at Sarrin had cooled by the time Ines came down the hill with the pattern book under her arm, and Tomas was already swearing at the cobalt. It had run again, bleeding into the white like ink on wet paper, and the whole south wall of the chapel would have to be lifted and fired twice more. Ines did not look at the wall. She opened the book at the page her grandmother had marked with a burnt thumbprint and laid her finger on the medallion drawn there, a star inside a lozenge, its long point hanging down like a plumb line.

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"You want it straight?" Tomas asked.

"I want it to hold."

She had learned the old way from her grandmother: no ruler, only a cord knotted at the middle and a pinch of charcoal. You set the centre first, then let the lines fan outward from it, dotting each junction with the tip of a goose quill so the eye stops there and rests. The V of the pattern came last, two branches of scrollwork opening from the medallion like a pair of open hands. Her grandmother had always said a design that held a point was a design that could be worn.

On the third morning the cobalt took. Ines stood back from the wall with her arms folded and watched the sun crawl up the blue diamonds, each one dotted and sharp at the corners, and found she was counting the points of the star without meaning to. Tomas brought her a cup of wine. Neither of them said the chapel was finished, because the chapel was never finished. Some wall always needed another coat.

She took the quill from behind her ear, dipped it, and added one last dot in the centre of the medallion, small enough to miss from the road, and went home.