It's a LONG time after all the other tributes, but I was cleaning out files and ran across a thank-you note and poem from Conrad that he sent after teaching a class in composing and developing color slides at Arrowmont School of Crafts. This would have been some time in the 1980's. His class was fun and instructive, and he was always kind. The poem was about Arrowmont School: "The maze of people, neon lights, tinsel, and fast foods fade from my vision as the touch of clay gives way to form, while silver threads stitch a part of me to the mountains, leaves, rocks, and the colorful flowers and fauna placed in a pot to boil until rainbows appear. My joy is not limited by the time it takes a weaver's shuttle to move from left to right. Nor is it contained by the cool of silver shaped by saw and solder of patient hands. My limit knows only the shutter of my camera,the speed of the film, the source of morning light, and my willingness to record on film what I see and feel. This my life, my craft, this is Arrowmont."
Candis Harbison, Panama City, FL