Harding Black

Harding Black: Some Thoughts
　
I was thinking about Harding Black recently. Reflecting about the man and the potter.
I was recalling my meetings with him and focusing on his amazing body of work and his
endless search for glazes and clay bodies. His entire life was a journey of
hope, search, sucess, and giving. Giving was his manner and mode. No secrets or ego.
Every day was a new day for him. A day to expand his dreams. A day to teach those
who hungered for knowledge. A day never wasted. Harding always went his own way
paying little attention to what anybody was doing or proclaiming. He had a road to travel and he did
travel the road mapped out by his dreams..
　
Harding Black was truly one of a kind. He was going down a road that did not end. For harding
there was no end only more exploration. More work. More trials. More Joy. More. More success.
Knowing him was one of my greats joys.
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