Woman seen from behind with a large symmetrical black linework ornamental tattoo across her upper back, in a fine line style.

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Symmetrical ornamental linework across upper back

Fine line · Back · Black and grey · Photo

The photograph shows the back of a woman wearing a cropped floral top and dark high-waisted jeans, with a wooden fence behind her. A large symmetrical design of leaves, scrolls and floral motifs covers the upper back in black outline. The linework is fine and even, with no shading, and the composition is centred on the spine.

Fine line Botanical Back Floral Leaves Scroll Symmetrical design Back tattoo

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The sign-writers came in off the highway every Tuesday wanting the same thing, a border that would look like it had hung on a wall for a hundred years. My uncle sold them ready-made flowers from a rack by the till. I cut the good ones by hand, folding the card into eighths so every notch on one corner had to match its twin across the spine.

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Fold, cut, open. That was the whole trick. You drew half a rosette, a leaf that curled into a scroll, a stem running up to a pointed bud, and the paper held the whole shape once you opened it flat. Nothing on the page ever sat quite level, but the mirror never lied. My uncle used to say damask was just a lie told twice, once on each side of a line.

The Ortega boy came in on a Thursday with a photograph of a cloth his grandmother had carried over the mountains, dark red gone to brown, a pattern running down the middle like a spine. He wanted it cut big enough for a wall. I told him it would take three days and a bad back. He paid in coins and sat on the step while the dust blew past him and I worked under the lamp.

On the third evening the wind dropped and I unfolded the last sheet to find the two halves had drifted a hair apart along the fold. One leaf sat a finger's width higher than its partner. I could have trimmed it. Instead I pinned the stencil to the plaster as it was and let the low sun come through the gap, so the crooked leaf threw its shadow across the wall like a second, looser pattern. He stood a long time looking at it. He liked it better that way, and so did I.