This letter was written by a visitor to the gallery. Only one page survived and the author is a “mystery”. Contact was attempted some years after the only remaining page was found in the artist’s studio:
Dear Ross,
Feels weird to nestle down in such a soft cavity behind the retracted foreskin. Not comfortable this hemaphrodite – wincing, shrinking. But from outside – so lovely! The shape perfect! Angels reading down, up, just right! And I am no longer troubled by the lopsided raft. It is as it must be. The egg may need to be set down after its passage. The primordial destiny of being female is to affect this anchoring, heedless of its lopsiding burden. But the hair oh the hair sends a current into the oesophagus above the achalasia below the dysphagia. Primeval primordial ambivalence – such revulsion its attraction! – Manly Vale 2093
Raft Song
The raft is constructed to make a long journey to an uncertain destination, carrying a valuable cargo to that yet unknown place The egg represents the cargo. Here we see the raft freed of the scaffold. It becomes free to float on its journey, wherever the tides take it, it is no longer bound to the earth by gravity. When the tide rises, the raft becomes weightless, the scaffold collapses because it is no longer stabilised by the weight of what it carries. [Ross Mellick]
