Colour sunflower tattoo with orange petals and a teal mandala centre on a shoulder, in a neo-traditional style.

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Sunflower tattoo on a shoulder

Neo-trad · Shoulder · Colour · Photo

A large sunflower covers the shoulder and upper back, with layered orange and amber petals outlined in dark ink and shaded in deeper tones at their bases. The centre is a turquoise and cream mandala-style pattern of dots and rings. The bold outlines and saturated colour are set against plain, lightly freckled skin, with the design filling most of the frame.

Neo-trad Botanical Shoulder Sunflower Petal Mandala Dot

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The frost had got into the seed trays overnight, and you were the one who had to carry them in from the lean-to before your brother woke. Behind the barn the sunflower heads stood black and bowed on their stalks, nodding at the field like old men who had forgotten their errand. Your grandmother always said you left the heads up until the finches came, and that the birds would tell you when the seed was ready.

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The finches came late that year. You watched them from the kitchen window while the kettle ticked, a dozen of them working the spiral of seeds in the centre of the biggest head and flicking husks onto the frozen mud. The rings in the middle had gone the colour of the enamel bowl your grandmother kept her buttons in, that pale green-blue, with cream dots marching round the edge as if someone had counted them out with a pin. She had told you once that the pattern was the sky drawn small, and you had not believed her until you saw the birds stop in the middle of it.

When the sun cleared the ridge you went out with the shears and a paper sack. Each stalk cracked with a sound like a knuckle. You cut the heads one by one and shook them into the sack, and the amber petals, dried to paper, came away in your hands and blew off across the yard toward the hedge, a small gold crowd going over the wire.

By noon the sack was heavy and your brother had come out in his boots to ask what you were doing. You handed him the shears. "Leave some for the finches," you said. He looked at the bare field, then at you, and laughed, and went back in for the second sack.