[print_link] A young girl of 11 years loses her father. Frau Mama has no steady job and there are also the three younger sisters and Oma to consider. Three generations of ladies pack up their meager belongings and move to the big city. Maybe there’s more work and better luck there.
School’s out of the question. After all she can read and write. The family needs to eat and a place to sleep. Over 16 registered addresses in six years. She finds odd jobs and by age 16, she becomes a model for a young artist named Egon. Not the most respectable work but Egon is kind of cute and pays better than most.
His style? Provocative. Sensual. Revolutionary. Controversial.
Scandalous? Indecent? Illegal?
Pornography? Art?
The lines blur.
Muse? Model? Partner?
Blur.
Modern or Criminal? Let the judge decide.
Captivity. Hope is orange. Love helps to overcome the darkest hours.
Liberation. He paints. He paints her. How many portraits? Sketches? Alone. Together. Sitting. Lying. Standing. Open. Closed. On. Off.
And then.
There yonder. Across the way. A proper family. Father, mother, two daughters. Church on Sunday. Lunch at noon. Curfews. Chaperones.
A place for him in society. And for her? He pens a note to Roessler on February 16, 1915. His eyes only.
“I’m planning to marry – most advantageously – perhaps not Wally.”
Perhaps not Wally. Perhaps not Wally? Perhaps not Wally!
Wally, perhaps?
Perhaps not Egon.
A war is raging. Nurses are needed.
An opportunity. To work. To eat. To leave. Him. Vienna. For good.
She goes.
She dies.
Scarlet fever.
Aged 21.
A century passes. She perseveres. Forever young, forever seductively liberated and united with her artist – not for an annual rendezvous of love and debauchery – but for an eternity in the soul of his works.
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