Black and grey fine line mandala tattoo with hanging chain drops across the centre of the chest.

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Ornate mandala tattoo on the chest

Fine line · Chest · Black and grey · Photo

A symmetrical ornamental mandala with a central circular motif, layered petals and scalloped lace-like panels, finished with hanging chain and drop details. The linework is fine and the detail is mostly stippled dotwork, with soft grey shading in the petals. The design is centred on the sternum and the photograph is taken straight on, with a hand resting at the top edge of the frame.

Fine line Dotwork Chest Mandala Flower Ornament Chain Lace pattern

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

No, sit nearer, the wind takes the last words off this side of the pass. You wanted the rest of the rosette story, so here it is, and the carter can wait for his coins. Ana Verdi was a silversmith's daughter in the town below, and her father had promised her to nobody, which was the only sensible thing he ever did. She sat at his bench through the long snows cutting lace from silver wire so fine a moth could have fainted at it.

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One winter a widow from the coast sent a commission: a pendant for her son's bride, a rose of petals scalloped like a church window, a round eye at its heart, and a fall of little chains to hang where the bride's breath would stir them. Ana worked it over forty nights by one lamp. She pricked the centre with a needle, dot by dot, until the eye looked back at her like a moon through cloud. When the widow came for it she turned it over, found no gold, and laughed that the girl had wasted her winter on silver.

Ana did not argue. She folded the rosette into a cloth, walked it up to this pass in the thaw, and left it in the shrine at the summit, where the mules stop to drink. The bride never got her pendant, and the son married a woman with a cough instead. Yet every spring a traveller finds a silver wheel caught on the shrine rail, its chains still swinging in the wind. Look at the middle of the rosette and count the dots. There is one more than the pattern needs, pressed in with a nail, and that is Ana's name, which she refused to sell.