The following note comes from Nathaniel Floyd:

I knew Clark and his second wife, Virginia, in Weston, Vermont in the 1970s. He was an extraordinary person who embraced objects headed for the dump and the rag and bone shop of the heart. Clark loved wrought iron and early tools that mechanization and electronics had made obsolete on farms and in workshops around the US. He educated naïve persons like me that these early crafts were worthy of artistic interest and appreciation. In showing me a decoy or windmill weights or door stops or bookends, Clark told me, "You can see here the form is right. It's the form." Nothing handmade in wood or iron escaped his exceeding curiosity. He was a picker, a deale...