Black ink botanical tattoo of symmetrical leaves and flower buds across a woman's upper back, with her dark hair in a bun.

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Symmetrical botanical tattoo on upper back

Botanical · Back · Black and grey · Photo

A large, symmetrical floral design of leaves, tulip-like blooms and layered buds is tattooed across the upper back. The linework is dark and even, with fine detail in the petals and foliage and a bolder outline defining the central bloom. The tattoo is in black ink only, and the composition is centred on the spine with the design fanning outwards toward the shoulders.

Botanical Back Flower Leaves Bud Floral ornament Symmetry Tulip

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Ada Pell had drawn the same symmetrical bloom forty-one times before the foreman at Harrow and Bright asked her for a forty-second. This sheet was for the train of a wedding gown, and the pattern had to mirror cleanly from the centre seam outward, every tulip answering its twin across the fold. She pinned the paper to the board in the back room above the sorting shed, where the light came grey off the canal.

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Her brother Tom brought up the tea and read over her shoulder. 'Who's it for?' 'Miss Caddick, the chemist's daughter. Her husband's a surveyor.' Tom whistled, and Ada kept inking. She laid the central bloom first, its bold outline carrying the whole composition, then the buds stacked tight as closed fists, then the leaves fanning to either side. Her father had taught her that a pattern lies if one side is not the true reflection of the other, and she had never once managed to lie with a pen.

By the second evening the drawing was finished, and she saw that the heart of the bloom had gone heavier than she meant. She could not afford another sheet of card. So she took a fine nib and, instead of redrawing, added a single hairline of seed-heads running from the bloom down the spine of the fold, tucked beneath the first layer of petals, where only someone looking very closely would ever find it.

The gown was sewn in March. Tom said nobody at the church would look past the lace. Ada carried the train to the window and turned it in the thin light, and the two halves met exactly where they should, except for one small tulip on the left that leaned a fraction towards its twin, the only thing in the whole design that was not perfectly still.