Ernestine Ernestine

Well I had my meeting with Ernestine and I am heartbroken. She was very sweet but she explained that having just been released from the confinement of the Victorian scrap book, she could not think of a serious relationship just yet. I suppose I knew in my heart already. She took my hand in hers and wept and said she did so hope we could remain friends. Of course we can. And she had yet more surprises. As a part of her journey of self discovery she has taken up drawing. She described her first life drawing class. How nervous she was, how she dropped her new piece of charcoal and it broke in three pieces. How intimidating the blank paper is, yet how thrilling the act of drawing. The above drawing is one of hers.