He told me I was in a room and described it to me. This is what I saw. There
was a small vase of purple and red anemones on a wooden table. The walls
of the dark room were raw brick and the bright blue day shone through the
windows. There was a staircase on one side of the room which led down to
the garden. He counted me slowly down the stairs and turned me towards the
garden. After that point there were no words.
The garden had a high wall and dark green shrubs. The grass was bouncy under
my feet and sprang between my toes. The garden was warm in the sun with
the clouds speeding overhead. I went off in search of my next sculpture,
afraid that I wouldn't find anything or that if I did, I wouldn't be able
to recognise it. I came across it bobbing in the shrubs. It was luminous,
bigger than me and moving towards me. It's structure was impossible, changing
continuously. It moved around me so I could see it from all angles, it was
laughing. It bounced weightlessly as we circled and displayed our body forms
to each other. We both laughed and left the garden.
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