Especially this shriveled old fruit of a lady still clad in her wedding gown increasingly getting cocooned by the growing cobwebs around her... She sits in a room in Satis House, a room boarded up to not allow sunlight nor the passage of time to show. With all the clocks stopped at that hour when she was abandoned by her lover at their wedding altar, Miss Havisham stopped the passage of her life and remained...
I have referred to another sketch for this one and hence will not claim it to be entirely original.
Or maybe I will to the extent that its originality goes only as far as the fact that i can claim to have stroked every stroke of black ink herein.
A tribute to Miss Havisham and how she left me rattled...
I sm still wondering Who she used to be...?
