Black and grey paisley and floral tattoo with dotted detailing covering the upper arm.

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Paisley and floral pattern on upper arm

Dotwork · Upper arm · Black and grey · Photo

The tattoo fills the upper arm with a large paisley motif at its centre, surrounded by smaller paisleys, a daisy-like flower and scrolling foliage. The design uses bold black outlines, stippled dots and soft grey shading, with some lighter areas where the skin shows through. The composition is dense and symmetrical, with the main paisley sitting low and a second, smaller paisley rising to the upper right.

Dotwork Upper arm Paisley Flower Swirl Foliage Pattern

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Mab had painted the eleventh hull before anyone thought to ask where the swirls came from. The pattern had come up the coast in a bundle of printed cloth the purser's brother traded for salt, a teardrop curled over on itself like a wave turning back. The fishermen liked it. They said a curl that folds back on itself cannot be pushed off course, and they paid her in mackerel and tar.

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The Sarah Jane went out one March with the others, into a sea the colour of pewter. The weather came down fast. Mab stood on the breakwater with her apron full of wet rags and counted the masts going into the grey, eleven of them, then ten, then nine. Every time a boat went under the sky she thought of the little dots she had stippled along the gunwales, one for every hour of daylight, and how she had run out of dots before she ran out of paint.

The Sarah Jane came in on the morning tide with her sail in ribbons and her hull unbroken. Old Tobias, who had sworn at the paint for three summers, climbed out and pointed at the largest swirl on the bow. "It turned the wind," he said. Mab did not argue. She knew only that the spiral had been easier to paint than the straight lines, and that she had kept her hand moving in a circle while the storm worked at the other boats.

That autumn the whole fleet wore the pattern, and the harbour wall filled with curls. When the children asked why the sea never took them, Mab handed each one a brush and told them the sea was too busy looking at the pictures to bother.