Dear Mr. Johns,

I'm writing to thank you. You may never see this letter, and you may never even read it. Either is fine with me, as it is for me a joy to simply write it, and see it off with the postmaster.

My reason for thanking you is because of your profile (written well by Mr. Tomkins) in the December 11, 2006 issue of The New Yorker. In it, I saw a man who, while so acclaimed by his work and influence in the art world, remained personable--"witty, well-read, curious, and interested in what others think, although he doesn't hesitate to argue with it."

Many times as an art student I despaired when reading about artists whose work I admired greatly but whose lives were tragic or torpid. I began to wonder that I could ever produce any remotely passable work without having to create for myself a deadly secret, disgusting habit, or affected disinterest.

But your words and the spirit of Mr. Tomkins' writing refreshed and invigorated me with new possibility.

So, thank you, Mr. Johns, for being one of the (seemingly few) artists whose quality of work mirrors the great quality of their person. Enjoy the comforts of your home, your solitude, and your friendships. I hope this letter has been something of a blessing to you.

Sincerely yours,
Jocelyn

mailed to "Jasper Johns / Sharon, Connecticut 060609" on 12/12/06