Thoughts of Dick Hopkins written by Jane Buckman,
Green Fields art teacher 1983 to 2019
My first encounter with Dick Hopkins was the first day he began working at Green Fields School as our Head of Maintenance. He rolled up next to me on the golf cart, which was soon to become called The Dragon Wagon, named by him, once he had embellished it with a painting of a friendly dragon. His first words to me were something like “...I am on your side. “
This later made more sense to me when I came to know Dick as an imaginative artist, a craftsman, an historian, a story teller and clearly an advocate for all the creative souls of this earth.
What I believe, Dick was saying to me that day was that he understood the position of artists in this world and he would be a support to our school program, promoting especially those with a passion for the magic of creating things, telling stories and filling life with dreams. He was a great role model, there to support and encourage the creative aspirations of all of us young and old. His paintings of middle age villages and stories filled our lives. He was a wizard of resourcefulness able to build and hold things together using only his hands, the minimum of materials and a few tools. One day he recognized a space where students could use shade, he built a Ramada roof outside the Dome. The Dome itself was way past its prime but with patching and constant maintenance, thanks to him, it continued to serve its purpose providing a welcoming space for students from grades K-12,
Always observant and willing to assist, Dick occasionally came as a guest artist to our art class. He inspired many. After demonstrating wood carving, when a couple students became interested, he took time to guide them, even lending them a couple tools. Our annual art shows, for us, were epic, thanks to many but including his help making frames for many pieces of artwork needing custom sizes.
I have said, “..an artist is who I am, not what I do.” I saw in Dick’s sense of humor and satire of societal norms, what I recognize in many artists, a need to question meanings and seek truths. Yet he always had a smile, he laughed and had fun, he was surely generous. AND, In his art he expressed his humor, peace and kindness, he entered worlds of whimsy and there he discovered a balance to the complex relationship of truth and beauty.