Black linework flash design of two symmetrical lotus flowers within a geometric diamond motif, with dotwork shading, drawn on a wooden board with no body placement shown.

Symmetrical lotus and geometric design

Geometric · Black and grey · Flash

A mirrored design of two open lotus flowers framed by a central geometric diamond and nested triangles, with small faceted crystals on either side. The linework is fine and precise, with stippled dotwork shading along the lower leaves and the outer edges. The design is shown in black ink on a pale wooden board, centred with plenty of space around it.

Geometric Botanical Dotwork Lotus Flower Leaves Crystal Diamond Triangle Geometric shape

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Nell Garside folded the tracing paper down the middle of the drawing and pressed the crease flat with her thumbnail. She held the sheet to the lamp, and the lotus on the left bloomed through onto the right as if it had been waiting there all along. Her father had taught her that a design was only honest if it survived the fold, and she had never found a reason to doubt him.

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The commission came from a glazier in Hebden Bridge who wanted a panel for the vestry of his chapel: two open lotuses rising toward a diamond, with a pair of crystals to keep the balance. He had sent a sketch of his own, lopsided and hopeful, and written across the bottom that he wanted it right. Nell spent three nights at the kitchen table with a ruling pen and a bottle of Indian ink, stippling the lower leaves with a needle point until her wrist ached and the dots gathered into shadow the way frost gathers on a window.

On the fourth night she noticed the crystal on the left sat a hair higher than its twin. It was the only thing on the board that did not mirror. She sat with it until the kettle went cold and the street lamp outside buzzed off and on. Then she picked up the pen again, the way a person steadies a breath, and left the stone where her hand had put it.

In the morning she folded the sheet once more, watched the flowers meet along the crease, and saw the single crooked stone standing alone on the far side, catching the light like a question nobody at the chapel would think to ask. She posted the drawing north with the stone exactly as it was, and kept the fold.