�We should take the lads out here, next time they have a day off� sighed Gabrielle, they were walking along the shore, talking and feeling a bit out of place in leather mini skirts against a backdrop of ocean.
Astrid nodded and pointed to a picnic blanket and basket set up in the sand. The family had vacated it and opted for splashing about in the waves. �See that?� she asked
Gabrielle nodded.
�What d�you see when you look at that, what do you think of?�
That was about all the lesson consisted of. Deep though provoking questions that made you think about how you could take a 3D object, make it two dimensional and then have some one see at as three again. The thing that Gabrielle found herself the most enthralled with was that she could take a picture of the ocean, and no matter how the shore changed over time, she would always have a version of it as it was now. It was almost like making something last forever.
�What does this button do?� Gabrielle peered up at Astrid who was snapping photos of children as they ran by.
�Er, it clears it, Ja? You know, makes it solid�
�Focus?�
�Ja!� she agreed �It is focus�
Gabrielle laughed and zoomed in on her own feet. Then she took a picture and sighed. Astrid plopped down next to her. �Are you having fun?� she asked
Gabrielle nodded enthusiastically �Oh, yes. Marvelous.�
�Are you going to� euh, you know, how do you say? Pursue it?�
�Pursue photography?� she asked and looked down at her camera. �I dunno� I�m not really doing much of anything else�
�Zat would be fun, I think� said Astrid �To take pictures of your English Rockstars. It would be art, and at the same time, a lot of fun�
Gabrielle nodded. She never actually considered anything for a career before. Never actually even thought anything through completely. But Gabrielle was a visual person and she was starting to imagine what it would be like. To be a professional photographer, in London. With all the beautiful people. Wasn�t that the world she had always imagined her self in. Maybe she *should* pursue is. Just to see what would come of it.
�Maybe� she said softly
Astrid grinned at her and pushed her hair off her face. �You are like me Gabrielle� she said wisely �You aren�t the center of attention�. But you are.�
Confusion mixed with appreciation graced Gabrielle�s face, as she understood what she was saying, but not completely.
�Allow me to explain,� she continued �Our purpose isn�t to *make* the art, and be loved. Our purpose is to be the inspiration, and to make sure no one ever forgets. Stuart is my artist, he will be a great artist one day. And very famous. My job isn�t to be his equal in that regard. It is my job to inspire what he does, and like I said, make sure, no one ever forgets.�