When I read David’s first post on this subject, I sensed that he was
indeed “having a bad day” as he put it…an intellectual person
grappling with the thorns and suffering the abrasions caused through
indirect contact with those who farm the soils in the periphery of
the trade.
I know seasoned goldsmiths/jewellers who are fully capable of
spending a great deal of energy paying tribute to their various
nemeses in verbal thrashings or written venom, and have been a
broadcaster of these sort of rantings myself.
In reading the responses in the days since the original posting, I
find comfort. I’ll tell you why. It’s the commonality of the
emotion.
I am simply too busy doing what I love to be angry anymore.
Occasionally cynical, maybe.
Sure, there are moments when I must defend my trade from detractors
who will never understand what I do, who will find me guilty by
association with the evils of the diamond trade, the internet
merchants who flog disposable trinkets, and the greedy opportunists
who misrepresent what they sell to a largely unsophisticated market.
Smile and wave, I say.
After spending 29 years in this trade, and entertaining the idea of
finding a different line of work for many of those years during some
of the more painful moments, I have resigned myself to full-on
concentration toward the positive side of things. Affirmation from a
steadily growing list of clients helps, but I really think that
being respected by one’s peers in the trade goes a long way in
bringing about a sense of peace.
David, I respect you greatly, and sometimes, when I read your
written work, think that we must live in some sort of parallel
mini-universe. Our demons and obsessions are nearly identical.
Sure, call yourself what you wish…metalsmith, studio jeweller,
goldsmith, platinumsmith, but I don’t think any sort of simplistic
description covers the scope of what it is that you or I actually
do. And in our present-day world, the terms “jeweller”, or
“jewellery designer” are so generic, so misunderstood, and such
bloody lies that you’ve simply got to disassociate yourself from
such derogatory terminology and its purveyors.
There have been previous threads regarding the question of how we,
as craftspersons, define ourselves, and it occurred to me that there
are clearly understood definitions of what lawyers, accountants,
boilermakers and plumbers do, all due to the efforts of their
specific associations to prescribe training regimens and proof of
ability through practicum and examination. You either are, or you
aren’t, there’s no grey area. They, and their respective clients,
are protected through legislation, and mutual respect is assured
through professional guidelines.
The person calling themselves a “master goldsmith” can do so because
nobody can call him on it. A “jewellery designer” will never be
taken off the list at the union hall for selling Tiffany knock-offs
made in the third world, but will instead be rewarded for their
audacity through copious internet sales and eagerly supported by the
whole of the diamond marketing trade who are far more concerned with
volume of sales today than for any sort of assurance of longevity,
historically assured by the “traditional” jewellery trade. They are
fully behind internet sales, and will not only sell to anyone who
can put diamonds into some sort of mounting, they will sell directly
to the public and hire a sweatshop full of immigrant labour to
produce the jewellery “themselves”.
If I had my way (I never will!) those who set diamonds for a living
would receive a royalty directly from the diamond trade on a
per-carat basis under license, and the un-licensed would be denied
access to diamond purchase or appraisal services. Failure of setting
work which results in stone loss would be punishable be license
suspension. As aging idealists, could we stop being subservient to
our masters, the diamond trade, by forming the Gleamster’s Union?
Imagine the outcome. They never found ol’ Jimmy Hoffa.
Oh, yeah, the design thingy. Sorry for meandering.
The proponents of Cad/Cam technology tell us that anybody with the
software can be a “designer”, and those who purchase the mill can be
a “smith”. Cast with stones in, you are now a “setter”. Such
“designers” enter competitions and win top honours, but, curiously,
none of them even earn a place in the “finished goods” category.
The truth is in what you do, not in what you say. The evidence of
the years of obsessive learning and practice, of the compulsive need
to raise the bar on your own expectations of what you should be able
to produce as a finished work…is found in the close examination of
the detail in your creations. Beyond design, there is a
highly-skilled manipulation of materials necessary to assemble an
item which is pleasing to the eye, comfortable to wear, and a
lasting tribute to a human being who had made it his or her life’s
work to produce such works of art.
Personally, I could have gone to medical school and studied to be a
brain surgeon twice in the length of time I considered myself to be
an apprentice in this trade, and would NEVER refer to myself as a
master. The pretentious nature of the various terminologies used to
self-describe those who are in the business of trading trinkets for
dollars is appalling, but until the diamond trade gets behind the
capable to elevate them out of this muck, we’re all gonna have an
aromatic load of it to scrape off of our shoes at the end of each
day.I don’t foresee this happening, but it wouldn’t hurt to
requisition the diamond trade to provide a little more ammunition
for those jewellery professionals among us who are constantly
getting bloodied in the trenches.
Mr. Huffman, thanks for keeping it real. My colleagues and I salute
you.
David Keeling
www.davidkeelingjewellery.com