Black and grey dotwork elephant head with a mandala-style ornament above and hanging beaded drops below, tattooed on a forearm.

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Ornate elephant head on a forearm

Dotwork · Forearm · Black and grey · Photo

A large elephant head forms the centre of the design, with a mandala-style crown of arrow shapes and dots above and a beaded chain with a drop pendant hanging below. The head is built from fine linework and stippled dotwork shading that gives the forehead and trunk texture and depth. The tattoo is in black and grey ink on plain skin, photographed straight on against a dark background.

Dotwork Forearm Elephant Mandala Ornament Arrow Dot

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The crate was stencilled BOMBAY in red, but the thing inside had been carved in a village somewhere past Surat, and by the time the Ardent Mary reached the Red Sea its lid had started to lift. I was sent down to the hold with a lamp and a pot of tar. Mr Pryce wanted the damp kept out of the teak before the Bristol buyers saw it.

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The head was an elephant, wider than my two hands, with a crown of carved petals and little arrows fanning up behind it like a sunrise drawn by someone who had never seen one. Every inch of the forehead had been pricked with a thousand tiny dots, so that in lamplight the wood looked dusted with ash. Along the lower edge hung a chain of beads and a drop pendant shaped like a plumb line. I had never seen anything so patient.

Cook Anand, who had cut nothing but mutton for thirty years, took one look and crossed himself, then crossed himself the other way for good measure. He said the elephant was a remover of obstacles and that a ship carrying one would not founder in the Bay. I said that was a fine thing to believe about a box of wood. He said belief was the cargo that never got weighed.

We met a gale off Ushant that took the galley stove and two of the boys over the side. The crate held. When the buyers finally unwrapped the head on the quay in Bristol, I had to tell them the lamp had burned in that hold every night of the crossing, and that I had kept it burning, and that I could not say why. Pryce gave me a shilling extra for the oil. The drop pendant had come loose in the storm and I pocketed it. It is still in my coat, the one thing from that voyage that has never once been wet.