Dear Barry,
One year to the day since your death.
How are things in heaven?
There are many misinterpreting you from interlopers in Ibiza
to Richard Long’s comments on your three pieces at the Royal Academy.
I write on, in competition, no doubt, with those who know you, now you are dead.
And those, of course, who must know you, cos they do not grasp, not knowing anyone!
Mainly, these are those, who do not know themselves.
But your Hares leap on like the lenses of Art, made by those whose talent pales, before the dance of your Bronzes.
Good luck with God I’m sure you will charm him.
Love from the Earth
Robin
