Dear Jeremy,
Here goes.
I am on my way to meet my Maker maybe.
Perhaps frightened and apprehensive.
But for all that – amazed to find myself still alive.
Walking through the corridors of the hospital.

And then a window onto a different world.
What is it?
What is going on here?
Rock? Mirror? Water? Stone?
Walls? Well?

And the man? Prometheus?
Amputated from each other by a pane of glass.
World of silence.
Then Helen with utter simplicity opens the leaves of the glass just by pushing a lever.
Fresh air. The man who seems to be deep down wrestling with some problem looks up.
We discuss the various ways we saw the world over coffee.

…..

Over a period of seven days a new world began to dawn.
I entered the twilight world between life and death.
Before entering and before leaving I held the Rock in my mind.
Seven days later I looked at the world anew.
It had come together.
The rock was now two. Warm and cold.
My mind saw a meteorite so dense and heavy it seemed.
Yet it floated above the moving water!
Total Zen.

And yes healing. For me a part of my new being in the world.
Art was muscling-up and making-out in the new world.
Even Prometheus looked happier.
He didn’t look like a statue any more.
He’d had a shower!
Looked quite different without grey white dust over him.

And a new question occupied my mind.
If he is Prometheus I am Hercules?
Anyway Mon Ami I think of you as one of my first friends in this new world.
Long live Jeremy. Long live Art.
And I like your Brother Marius the Magic Flute Man.
Looks like a man who might be into Chess or Snooker.

Surely it helps for you to know that your creation might well have helped me through pain and despair?
And might help many more… I reckon… Be well.

Dear Jeremy
I read the letter and found myself weeping.

Thank you for helping too.
And there seems to be so much more.

The work must stand for all time.
It is a seminal work.

Have been dreaming of your white walls.
On the right where the observer stands
a thin thread snaking towards the opposite wall
ending in a tunnel-like semi-circle.
It is probably just the graffiti-artist in me.

But seriously I see your work as a happening.
The birds will come and drink and bathe.
Seeds will fall and green will grow into rainbows.

My friends tell me I am a Jay-Bird when it comes to
colour… still not sure if it is a criticism or a compliment.

Dust will thicken and become moss will spring flowers
to crown the rocks.

Maybe my job should be to be The Mirror Man?
Keep it highly polished at all times!

That way I could keep an eye on things.
Make sure the window is always clear.

…..

The thing about resolving a situation is the feeling
of ever being on the edge… but not quite.

I often find myself emerging from the work to find
myself a stranger to what some would call the mundane world.
Traffic arguing and snarling crawling
and screeching frustration.
And goodness gracious the moon is full!
So many people.

…..

I think you Stone Men must be world changers.
Hammer and Chisel.

Faith can move mountains but don’t forget your Hammer and Chisel.
What about drumming?
Never met the sculptor who wasn’t into drumming.

Maybe when you come next we can have a drumming rap.
Sculpting sounds.

For myself I am torn between the ear and the eye.
Enjoy sound makings much as shaping colours.

…..

Anyway… I think there is so much more. Be well.