Three views of a black and grey dotwork sleeve tattoo with roses and mandala patterns covering a woman's arm from shoulder to forearm.

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Rose and mandala full arm sleeve

Dotwork · Shoulder · Black and grey · Photo

The sleeve shows large roses and ornamental mandala motifs with layered petals, leaves and radiating patterns, drawn in fine outlines and dense stippled dotwork shading. The tones move from pale highlights to deep grey and black, and the design fills the whole arm in three photographed angles. The model wears a dark strapless top, and the crop stops at the neck, so no face is visible.

Dotwork Botanical Shoulder Upper arm Forearm Rose Mandala Floral Ornament Sleeve

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Dear Win,

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You will laugh, but Mr Alderton has finally paid for the new doors, and I have spent the whole of Tuesday on my knees with a tin of Indian ink and the finest nibs in Preston. He wants roses across the panels, big ones, with the petals stacked like pie crust, and round them the rings of pattern he copied from a book that came up from Bombay. Every line has to be a dot, he says. Nothing drawn solid. I told him my mother worked her doilies that way, one prick at a time, and he looked at me as if I had said I used to be a bird.

So I sit at the kitchen table after the tea things are cleared and I prick. Tap, tap, tap, until the lamp hums and Dad's wireless has gone over to the shipping forecast. The roses come easiest. The mandalas are cruel, because every ring must sit exactly inside the last or the whole thing wobbles like a bad jelly. Last night I put a mistake in the third ring and sat there with my thumbnail between my teeth, thinking of Mother's hands, until I found that if I let the error run outward into the leaves, it became a petal after all. Nobody will see the join but me.

Mr Alderton came round this morning in his bowler and held the paper up to the window. He said nothing for so long that I began to tidy my scissors. Then he asked whether I could do the same pattern on a sleeve, for his nephew who is going out to Malaya with the army, and I said I could not possibly, and then I said yes.

Write soon and tell me Canada has better wool.

Love, Margaret