Dear Cleo 17 12 02

Dearest Cleo

Hope you are well, after Damien’s rottweiler and the fire next door I thought life was going to calm down a bit, no such luck, Last night at I was researching Pierrette Bloch on the internet there was a thunderous noise as a meteorite crashed through the ceiling.

I didn’t get a chance to look at the roof yet but thankfully the damage to the ceiling is fairly minimal. They say things happen in three’s and whoever they are, they are quite right.

I took a photograph of the damage to the ceiling to send to the insurers  but upon reading the policy I found the meteorite exclusion clause right next to the sanity clause, I guess I’ll just have to fix the hole where the rain gets in (TM Lennon McCartney) myself.

Figure 1 (17 02 12 01) The hole where the rain gets in, digital photograph

The living room floor held up so when the meteorite had stopped smoking I ventured close enough to take a photograph of it whatever it was made of, I don’t know and shudder to guess, but it had the power to reverse the perspective of its immediate surroundings.

Figure 2 (17 02 12 02) Meteorite, digital photograph

The dirt on the floor is a result of Freya playing in the burnt out building next door, I have already had two texts off the cleaner complaining about this, goodness knows what she would have texted if she had seen the meteorite in the middle of the floor.

I wrapped my hands in two plastic carrier bags that I had saved from before they banned them just in case a meteorite came to stay, picked up the meteorite and took it to the bins. I chose the recycling bin in the hope that someone at the recycling plant would recognise it for what it was and post it to Cornelia Parker who could make a proper job of recycling it.

Figure 3 (17 02 12 03) A meteorite’s tale, pastel and graphite on A2 grey and white sugar paper

On a more serious note, the “hole” in the ceiling is quite pretty, nodding not only to the renaissance but also to Lucio Fontana. It is not since renaissance times that ceiling art has been popular, but I think that the next time I decorate I will incorporate a meteorite hole in the ceiling, it makes a nice change from the boring white ceiling beloved by one and all. I have left my ceiling art in position, it is about time ceiling art became fashionable again.

It was good to see you this morning but you forgot to give me the letter to Santa so I can give it to him when he is in the pub, I will ring and remind you in the week so we can finally get it sorted out.

Love as always

Mickos xx

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