When I fist started to work side by side with Jacob at the Leach Pottery I soon understood that under his 'punk Rock' bravado there was someone with a rare sensibility.
His first pots were so technicly proficient that they were as light as a feather.
His way of finishing pots already showed that he was conciencious.
But under this tecnical vertuosity there was some artistic questioning.
After he drank his first raw Pu ehr by the Stannack river,
the way of Tea progressivly opened itself to him.
Fully receptive and passionate his desire to learn and grow have catapulted him into the creative Stream he so craved.
Steeped in Tradition, but not a blind traditionalist he throws a twist of magic into potmaking.
Quand j'ai commencé à travailler aux côtés de Jacob à la' Leach Pottery',. j'ai tout de suite compris que sous son attitude 'Rock 'n' Roll, il y avait quelqu'un d'une sensibilité hors du commun.
ses premiers pots étaient si techniquement superieurs qu'ils étaient leger comme une plume.
Sa façon de finir un pot était déja bien établie et soulignait qu'il était conciencieux.
Mais derrière cette virtuosité technique germinait un questionnement artistique.
Une fois qu'il m'a fait écouter ses quelques disques de Rap et de hard Rock, j'ai découvert qu'il adorai Satie, Tchykofsky, Chopin etc.. C'est si rare de nos jours qu'un jeune se passionne tant pour la musique Classique Romantique.
Je l'ai donc inicié au vieux Pu ehr et depuis sa vie a changé.
La voie du thé s'est progressivement ouverte à lui.
Toute les semaines nous parlions d'une théière ou d'une tetsubin-
Par exemple Ma Kyusu de Shimishu Genji (acheté chez Tamayura) à été une vrai révélation pour lui.
Voici sa version 
Sa receptivité, sa passion melé à un profond désir d'apprendre et de s'améliorer l'on propulsé à vitesse grand V.
Son habilité à incorporer de nouvelles tecniques et un nouveau vocabulaire esthétique, ont donné à son travail cet élan créatif qu'il avait tant besoin.
Notre relation est celui du maitre et de l'élève, qui est le maitre et qui l'élève?
ça permute tout le temps..
Je suis Bleuffé ... 
Who is the Master Who Is the Teacher, the rotation is constant.
Questions bring answers and answers bring more questions. ..
Jacob Bodilly - Turning Point
If... by Ryard Kipling
If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too:
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or, being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise;
If you can dream---and not make dreams your master;
If you can think---and not make thoughts your aim,
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same:.
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build'em up with worn-out tools;
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings,
And never breathe a word about your loss:
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on!"
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with Kings---nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much:
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And---which is more---you'll be a Man, my son!
