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"But our angel is right in the middle
of the room. With a dirty face. In a tattered
velvet cap and green overalls. Transforming
our lives with a swoosh of sparks and a
lot of grinding industrial noise."
"Where London builders feared
to tread, Jeremy Schrecker, metal sculptor
and part-time miracle worker from Shrewsbury,
glided effortlessly in, spreading sweetness,
light, beauty and truth. "It needs
some curves, doesn't it?" he said calmly,
looking at the crazed collection of broken-elbow
bends. And when he saw how the giant pipe
at its centre just stops near the top of
the house leaving a great big black hole,
he said, even more calmly: "How about
a sculpture to go on top? I have lots.""
"Without giving away any commercial
secrets, I should add that our relationship
isn't wickedly expensive. This sculptor,
with his passion for materials and shapes
and the flow and solving technical problems,
doesn't go in for price escalation - the
beady eye, the wagging head, the noughts
after noughts added to a once-modest total.
There is virtue in the world."
"If Londoners did know that this potential
saviour had appeared quietly in their midst,
they'd be down on their knees praying for
him to come to them too."
"So I'm not giving out his number.
This is my personal heaven, and I'm not
sharing my archangel. Why would I? After
all, I'm a Londoner too." |
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