A friend of mine, who is a fantastic fiber artist, posted a link recently to a really great blog post at Ask Harriete about the tendency of people to copy the work of crafters, sometimes blatantly! You can read the original article here. (Thanks for the link, Liz, I'll be reading this blog more often, it's really good!)
I rolled it around in my head. I've been guilty of the same thing, and I wondered why. it wasn't hard to make the leap to the conclusion. Here is my response:
I've done it. In my head I've said, " I can make that." Sometimes I can (because it's not that original or cool) sometimes I buy the artist's work (because it is cool and original). It seems to me, though the very reason that people feel that it is ok to copy it is how we the artists put our work out there. We call them crafts. as they are, but craft in our society implies something very different. Craft implies accessibility, a hobby, something anyone can do or teach. Think about it, we have craft stores, craft groups, craft shows. At each and every one we show "crafts". This very fact implies to our customers that this is something anyone can do.
I was once in a fiber guild who met at an art studio. They referred to themselves as artists and their items as art. They may have worked in a craft, but their pieces were all art. I found that people changed their attitudes when they looked at the pieces. They stopped being something "anyone" could do and started being the individual and unique work of an artist. People are less willing to ask an artist their techniques than they are willing to ask a "crafter" about them. I remember when one member of that same guild had knitted eyelash scarves in a juried gallery! These were the stuff of craft shows, but because she presented them as art, that is what they became.
Now I'm not trying to negate the author's points, I think they are fantastic, actually. I cringe each time I hear "Oh, I could make that!" even though I myself have said it in my head. It's just rude. My thought, though, is that if we begin treating our own work as art and calling ourselves artists or artisans, and our work as art, we may see less of that "craft" mentality.
Imagine as a weaver that you have a booth at an arts (never crafts!) show where you introduce your pieces as "handwoven scarves". Your next door neighbor markets hers as "one of a kind wearable art pieces" and makes her artist's resume accessible. It will absolutely change the attitude of the people viewing the items. It won't fix the problem, but it's definitely something to consider when we market our work. I think it will go a long way towards legitimizing our work as well.
Friday, February 28, 2014
Wednesday, February 5, 2014
Gigantism and walking
In an effort to improve my health and reduce the size of my jeans I've begun a campaign of walking/jogging. I love walking. Especially long distances. It's weird, but whatever. You like weird stuff too. Stuff like shrimp and footrubs and footrubs while eating shrimp. Even weirder, eating shrimp while receiving footrubs from shrimp. You sicko.
I digress. In the course of my recent walks I've happened upon a curious phenomenon. It seems that there is a rash of freakishly large things appearing in people's front yards. I'm not sure how this happens, or how one prevents it. No one wants to wake up one morning to a 15 foot tall replica of the Titanic in their yard, but these sorts of things may be unpreventable. As evidence, I offer these:
These things were found in entirely different neighborhoods, so clearly this can happen anywhere. Protect yourselves, Protect your families, Protect your yards, lest you wake up one morning to a giant, angry shrimp front and center in your front yard. (I told you all that weirdness would come back to haunt you.)
I digress. In the course of my recent walks I've happened upon a curious phenomenon. It seems that there is a rash of freakishly large things appearing in people's front yards. I'm not sure how this happens, or how one prevents it. No one wants to wake up one morning to a 15 foot tall replica of the Titanic in their yard, but these sorts of things may be unpreventable. As evidence, I offer these:
A ginormous Ikea deer |
Massive Snow Knight |
Sunday, January 19, 2014
Rules for Knitting with Confidence
1.
Gauge swatches really are important. And not
just to use as coasters later….. They also come in handy when you run out of
yarn or need yarn for a repair later. Bonus: they are good for checking gauge
too!
2.
Mistakes happen! It’s OK. Sometimes it’s good to
step away from a project for a time, then go back and determine what the
mistake was. Sometimes it’s the knitter, sometimes it’s the pattern, and
sometimes it is evil anti-knitting fairies who come mess up your knitting in
the night. Hint: it’s usually number 3.
3.
You may not find the mistake until you are
wearing the garment. At this point it is always “A part of the design”. Besides….
NO ONE WILL EVER SEE IT. Especially if they are not knitters. Even if they are
knitters, chances are they will never notice. If they do, they are your best
knitting friend or a complete jerk for pointing it out. Just think about that
horrible mohair thing they knit last year and laugh quietly to yourself.
4.
Knit what you love. It’s easy to get caught up
in knitting fads and trends. When a particular lace knitting book came out a
few years ago I was obsessed along with all of my other knitting friends at the
thought of fluffy airy knitted confections to wear with every outfit I owned. I
struggled at knitting them only to realize that I HATE KNITTING THEM. This is
not fun. You know what is fun? Making color work items with bizarre patterns
like skulls and ravens. This is what I like, so this is what I knit. It’s OK
not to go along with the crowd. This is a hobby. You’re supposed to like it. If
you hate it, it’s just not worth your time.
5.
In keeping with #4, it’s OK to frog a thing you
hate! We all have that horrible project lurking in the depths of our stash. The
Project Who Shall Not Be Named. It was a great pattern in bad yarn, or a bad
pattern in fantastic yarn, or sometimes it’s just something that no one in
their right mind would ever love. Like the puke green angora hat that makes you
look like a chia pet. Let it go. Rip it out. If you still love the yarn, use it
for something else. It’s OK to realize that a project is just not salvageable
and it’s time to let go. Life is too short for bad knitting.
6.
It’s just sticks and string. We all have an
inner perfectionist who wants us to whip out perfect knitwear with the greatest
ease and a minimum of pattern reading. When we do make errors, we tend to be
really hard on ourselves. We’ll tell ourselves that we are no good at it, it’s
too hard for us, or the world is about to collapse on itself and become some
sort of fiery black hole of doom.…
Relax. It’s just sticks and string. You’ll get there. Maybe on your own,
maybe with help, maybe perfect, or maybe a little wonky, but you will get
there. And won’t you feel smart when you do?
Finally, just a word of advice. I often hear people say, "Oh I'm not a very good knitter, I just knit *Insert item here*". This doesn't make you a bad knitter. It is exactly what MAKES you a knitter. You know who “bad knitters” are? People who don’t knit! Revel in your talent. You are a KNITTER
Finally, just a word of advice. I often hear people say, "Oh I'm not a very good knitter, I just knit *Insert item here*". This doesn't make you a bad knitter. It is exactly what MAKES you a knitter. You know who “bad knitters” are? People who don’t knit! Revel in your talent. You are a KNITTER
Wednesday, January 15, 2014
You may have noticed that I have been missing lately...
Here are some reasons why:
- The boy had to have an additional surgery to remove a pin in his leg in order to speed the healing process. I suggested amputation. I was told that we should at least try to look like we are encouraging healing before me maim the child for sport. Disappointing. His doctor has mentioned that his healing has picked up considerably and we will now have no good excuse for recreational amputations. Doubly disappointing.
- The final weeks of school were a bit more intense than I recall them being. Really sad since there were no finals, just a great deal of papers due. Normally I can come up with many, many pages of BS without even thinking about it. This semester took all of the BS out of me. Hence no blog posts. I was just an empty, empty shell.
- Directly after school ended, my family came for a visit. Three weeks of a visit. It was delightful, but at the same time, very long. I am currently suffering from a rare form of post-traumatic stress that involves me waking up in the morning and hoping that there will be someone on my kitchen to make me some raisin toast. This is what I find instead:
This is a lonely toaster. Bereft of raisin toast. TOASTER!! MAKE ME RAISIN TOAST!!! Nope, still nothing. |
- During the third week of that visit my husband and daughter were also home. This means that there were a total of 6 adults in 1200 square feet of townhouse with only 2 toilets. Even worse, two of these adults were my husband and daughter who had not spent time together for a year. There was constant beating upon, farting upon and hollering at one another in the manner of toddlers. It's a wonder that I haven't developed some sort of drug problem.
It's like a Christmas bomb exploded in my living room. |
- Prior to all of the above trauma beginning, I was lazy. So there. What are you going to do about it?? Nothing, that's what.
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