I am never usually at a loss for words whether you like what I have to say or whether it ruffles your feathers. Today after a week of very hot wood firing I’m sitting here in The Cactus Lounge speechless.
Many of you read the FB post by my long time friend Robin “Grass” Hopper entitled “The Last Post”. I had been sworn to secrecy so I have been silent and true to my friend. Grass has had bad health for the past 4 years and just this past week was diagnosed with liver cancer and a blood clot on his lung caused by the tumor. Like a good British soldier he is taking it on his chest and not his back.
What to say??????? Grass has taught more of us than any teacher I know through his books, DVD’s and exhausting workshop history. His books are musts in every potter’s library. His prolific making of great pots could line the Thames River up and down on both sides.
It was some 40 years ago as a student I went to a farewell party for Grass as he left Academia in Ontario to head west young man to start a pottery on Vancouver Island. To think I an eager unknown student would be asked to say a few words brings a tear to my eye and a lump in my throat. The Grass is still green side up and I hope I will get to keep mowing it as I have for more than 4 decades. I really must be tired as I know not what else to say except I love ya, Bro! Cya in September! You promised your killer seafood chowder surrounded by Harry Davis dinnerware and I’m holding it to ya! Even I don’t like reading me today! T