Stefan's Bear

Stefan’s Bear over @fortnums

Stefan was the plaster technician.

A quiet man, polite, he would polish his tools with WD40 at the end of each working day.

We called him the plaster wizard,

that we were channeling Stefan

in order to complete some demanding part or mold.

I remember him fondly with a smile

and that he would always prefix my name with ‘young.’

‘Here’s young Jonathan,’ he would say.

Stefan would sometimes quietly tell a joke

or story to break the built-up slurry in the studio. One such time came shortly after my divorce, where burying my head in work seemed the best thing to do.

Stefan appeared at my side and told me of two campers who had pitched up in the forest. They built a fire,

put on a kettle, then walked off to explore their surroundings. When they returned, they heard a great howl of pain,

a bear had wandered into the campsite and scolded itself on the pot.

It’s natural reaction was to try and crush it, yet in doing so the hot metal continued to burn. Sometimes, Stefan said, everything tells us to hold on

to the thing that causes us pain,

where often the best thing we can do

is to just let go.