In the past few days, reading all the beautiful tributes that have been pouring out about John Neely, from his friends, students and peers, has helped conjure up his essence for people like me, who knew of him but didn’t really get a chance to know him personally. By stitching together the patchwork of memories and the words of love that I have read in the remberances, I have come to visualize a kindhearted, soft spoken, impeccably dressed, well read, extremely knowledgeable and generous person who was not only a master of his craft but also a cherished mentor to many with a unique hands off style of teaching. To be loved, revered and remembered so much by everyone, to have an impact on so many peoples’ lives, is a testament to a life beautifully lived. I did not know John besides a brief conversation we happened to have at NCECA this year, at the functional teapot show, over a piece we were looking at together. I remember how his witty critique had made me laugh out loud. John’s passing has brought him to life by the reflections of those who loved him dearly and made his legacy of kindness, sharing, friendship and community, a part of the collective memory of our clay community. I find myself aspiring towards a life of such intentionality and I believe that his light will continue to inspire the next generation of artists through the hearts he has kindled in his lifetime, as it has inspired me.
