Craft: another view
One of my dearest, oldest friends, Michelle, wrote me a letter.
Not an e-mail, not an SMS, not an instant message, facebook message, flickr mail.
An actual letter, written by hand, in ink, on paper, in an envelope, with stamps and an admonishment to the postmaster please to send this letter by air mail.
In it, she makes the following remark:
As a society we are losing our skills. Skills in the sense of knowledge of crafts requiring a master an an apprentice.
To borrow a phrase from a certain film, I don’t think that Craft is becoming less popular, I think it’s appeal is becoming more selective.
My girlfriend is a goldsmith. Not just a goldsmith, she is a master goldsmith. That means she’s been through extensive training, through an apprenticeship, through a journeyman stage, and after creating, quite literally, a masterpiece, she is now a master goldsmith.
I rate this more highly than my own university degree, which in all honesty I have yet to find a practical application for. Blogging does not count.
Both of these ladies in their own way make a point: this is the age of the shortcut, the modular, hot-key, gameboy, reset and standby button. Real things of lasting virtue take time.
I can only pray that if or when I have children, I can somehow pass on some of this aesthetic, and get them doing something that takes time.
In the meantime, I will write a letter.