Black ornamental damask tattoo with floral motifs down the centre of a bare back, photographed in a mirror selfie.

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Ornate damask design down the back

Dotwork · Back · Black and grey · Photo

A bare back is photographed from behind, with a symmetrical ornamental design running down the centre from the shoulder blades towards the lower back. The design combines scrolling foliage, rosette-like flowers and a lattice of fine lines with stippled dot shading. The tattoo is rendered only in black and grey ink against warm skin, with a bright window and a mirror in the background.

Dotwork Fine line Back Ornament Floral Scrollwork Rosette

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Mr Okonedo had the drawing board tilted so the lamp didn't glare, and still Ada could see the pencil tremble on the half-finished rosette. "Fold it," he said. "Fold it and tell me what you see."

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She laid the sheet down the centre and pressed the crease with her thumbnail. The damask came together like a pair of hands: scrolled acanthus on one side, the same scrolls on the other, rosettes opening where the lattice crossed. Harrow Quay's mill had printed these patterns for sixty years, and every one began as half a design drawn freehand and then mirrored by hand, because the looms had no patience for a flaw.

"Stipple the dots last," he said. "Dots are the only thing a machine can't tell from a mistake."

She worked through the winter. Her dots came out uneven at first, a sprinkle of ink like weather on a window, but by February she could space them with her breath held. The lattice took longest. Fine lines had to cross without touching, the way the gulls over the breakwater crossed without ever colliding.

The pattern went to the mill in March. On the final proof, Ada found the lower rosette had one petal a hair fatter than its twin, a slip she had not seen in the crease. She did not tell Mr Okonedo. The loom ran the cloth for a decade, and no one in the town ever noticed, except on bright mornings when the light through the warehouse window caught the mirror above the cutting table and she saw the fault again, reversed, and the design looked, for a moment, as if it were trying to put itself right.