Black ink mandala drawn on paper with radiating petals, leaves, spirals and dotted borders, shown as a design for a tattoo.

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Symmetrical black ink mandala design

Geometric · Black and grey · Flash

A circular mandala drawn in black ink on pale paper, with faint pencil guide lines radiating from the centre. It is built from layered petals, leaves, scrolls and rows of dots, with a small star at the middle. The linework is fine and even, and the design is fully symmetrical with no colour.

Geometric Mandala Flower Petal Leaves Spiral Dot Star

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Nell had drawn the same circle nine times before Mr Orme stopped pretending not to watch. The drawing board was the cabin table of the Marigold, moored below Hythe lock, and the paper was cartridge she had bought in Oxford because it took ink without bleeding. He leaned over her shoulder with his tea and tapped the pencil marks radiating from the centre point.

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"Those lines are your friends," he said. "Don't rub them out till the end. Every petal answers to one of them."

So she worked outwards from the middle, where a small five-pointed star sat no bigger than a fingernail. Inner ring first: a row of scrolls curling like the ends of a cat's tail, then rounds of dots she placed by counting under her breath, twelve to a ring, then twelve again. The river slapped the hull and a heron lifted off the towpath with a noise like tearing cloth. Her hand ached. The outer petals took longest, each leaf split down its spine and hatched with lines that had to stop exactly at the edge of the vein.

By dusk the paper was a wheel of black lace on cream. Mr Orme held it up to the lamp and turned it slowly, and the shadows of the petals swung across the walls like the hands of a clock running backwards. "Now you can ink it," he said. "Pencil's only permission."

She had expected him to praise the star. Instead he touched the point of a leaf, the one she had nearly spoiled, and said nothing, which she understood was the highest thing he had. She inked the last petal before the lamp guttered, and the line came out clean and even all the way round.