Black and grey blackwork tattoo of botanical flowers with bold outlines, set over a solid black panel on the forearm.

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Outlined flowers on a black panel

Blackwork · Forearm · Black and grey · Photo

A cluster of stylised flowers, including open blooms with layered petals, is outlined in black with the petals left as bare skin. The flowers sit against a solid black rectangle that frames the design. The image is in black and grey, with no colour ink, and the design runs vertically down the forearm.

Blackwork Botanical Forearm Flower Blossom Petal

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The abbot had asked for the wall by the cloister door to be blacked before the feast, and Brother Tobias had spent three days mixing lamp soot with lime and hide glue until the mixture would hold. He painted a panel the height of a man's arm, and when it dried it swallowed the candlelight the way the north field swallowed snow. Nobody in the scriptorium liked it. The monks said a dark patch by the door was bad luck, and the cellarer's wife, who came up each Sunday with the eggs, crossed herself whenever she passed it.

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Then the lilies came. Tobias had been told to paint the Virgin's flowers in gold leaf, but the gold had run out in the autumn, and he had only a pot of chalk and a fine brush of badger hair. So he drew the blooms as the frost had left them on the infirmary window: the outline of each petal lifted clean, the centres left as bare as the wall beneath. He drew a peony with its heavy head bent, a rose opening over it, and at the foot a bud curled like a fist. Where the chalk met the black it shone, and the shine seemed to come from inside the flowers rather than from any lamp.

Brother Oswin, who was half blind and had come to the abbey as a boy in the year of the flood, stood before it a long time. "You have not painted the flowers," he said at last. "You have painted where the light got out." Tobias did not know what to answer. In spring the panel was carried to the chapter house and hung above the abbot's chair, and the monks who sat beneath it said they slept better than they had in years.