#kimjohnson

Hello there, buddy. As I am sure you know, we all miss you. You’ve made quite the impact on the studio, my friend. And did I mention that I miss you? 

I cannot think of the studio without thinking of you, Kim. What a wonderful world that we live in that we get to meet people like you. You are so kind and there is not one more that can make a pot like you. 

I’ve never really had someone close to me die before. I am stumbling in the mornings and on the bus ride home -- at quiet moments during the day -- to make sense of this. How can someone simply be gone? How can your light from the world be put to rest? How can this life keep the colors that it once did? And how can we all go on, forever changed?

My true friend. Thank you for shaping me, as you shaped your beautiful pots. You are a art of the studio forever. Arriving mostly mid morning and leaving, most times, last. Seeing other struggling with guiding their clay and then guiding them to save the vessel. 

God truly works in so many ways. In speech and in prayer. But in everyday minutiae too. His love all through your being, your consistency, and your works. 

Your absence leave a spot on my heart, tender to the touch. I lay in bed running my fingers over the cracks and curves of your pieces and I am heartbroken all over again in a single wave and I miss you again. 

But you are light and a true light is cause for so much celebration. 

Thank you for leaving us with your memory. Thank you for loving me. Thank you for being you and for the ways in which you loved.