Flash drawing of a symmetrical teal lotus-style flower with red, orange and black rings at its centre, outlined in white on an orange background.

Teal lotus mandala flash design

Botanical · Colour · Flash

A symmetrical flower design made of several layers of teal petals, each outlined in white and marked with fine black radiating lines. The centre is a small orange disc surrounded by red and orange petals edged in black, with concentric red, orange and black bands between the layers. The design is drawn in flat, opaque colour on a solid orange background and is centred in the frame.

Botanical Traditional Lotus Flower Mandala Petal

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Tamsin had the oven door open before the timer went, because the bread never waited for anybody's good intentions. Ivo sat on the upturned flour crate by the proving rack, a blade in one hand and a boule in the other, scoring the top of each loaf with the careful little strokes his mother had taught him on Sunday mornings. He was not sure the pattern was right. He never was. The shutter behind the counter was still grey, and the street outside held only the milk float's rattle and one fox crossing the car park with its tail low.

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He began with a small circle at the centre, then ringed it with petals, each one overlapping the last the way the painted lotus on the old tin tray did. His wrist kept sliding. The petals came out crooked on the first two loaves and he swore softly, and Tamsin, without turning round, said that crooked was what made the rise honest. He laughed, though he didn't believe her. He scored the third loaf slowly, the way his mother had, and didn't look up until the blade was lifted clean.

In the oven the dough did what it always did. The seams split open along the lines he had cut, and the centre bloomed outward in layers, pale gold rising over darker gold, the outer petals curling up like the edges of paper left out in sun. Tamsin slid the peel under the tray and carried it to the rack with both hands.

When the light finally came orange through the shutter, it fell across the cooling loaves, and for a moment the whole bench looked like a flower someone had painted on the morning and then left for them to find.