
Incidents of Heraldry and Proletariat Credentials in the Circle of Metro-Detroit ex-Pats
Recently, I had a conversation with an ex-Detroiter in which I was told that I wasn't from Detroit. Born in Southfield, a city that neighbor's the actual boundary of the city of Detroit, I bounced around the metro-Detroit area for about 20 years. While I am forced to concede that I am not literally from Detroit, it is the denial of my experience and connection to (a) place that I find to be an act of othering (as in the practice of making someone less than you by denying their natural right to proclaim or assert themself). Is it true that by not living with in the city limits of Detroit, I am an outsider in a place where I have spent the majority of my time? Does culture cease to flow at the boundary of a city? Of course in this simple statement (you are not from Detroit), so many implicit stereotypes were present. Living in the suburbs, for example, is evidence of a bourgeois upbringing, which actual residence in Detroit proper certainly exempts. If anything, the denial of my Detroit credentials is not as telling about me, as it is about the person making the denial.
One of my favorite quotes (which graces the side bar) is from the pioneering 1960's conceptual artist Mel Bochner. "You have to know what you are working against in order to know what you are working towards." If you have been reading this blog for long, then you know the next place we are going is application to craft....;-p
The Penland Experience, Radical Jewelry Makeover, Gay Marriage, Gold Panning, Monochrome, and Rural Charm
(Some how I managed to cultivate these things into an interesting and poignant post)
I have had the good fortune over the past week to be a studio assistant to Susie Ganch and Christina Miller, at Penland School of Crafts in Penland North Carolina, for their Radical Jewelry Makeover Workhop. The collaborative workshop is designed to provide students with information, skills, and experience in alternative methods for ethical material sourcing in studio jewelry making. To say nothing of Penland's incredible facilities and atmosphere, the workshop has been going phenomenally well.
Penland Lower Metals Studio in Action
But even at this rural craft getaway I can't help feel the echos of othering. My new Penland friend Allison is a stand-up phenomenal person. After an early career in NY theater was cut short by the AIDS epidemic (the AIDS epidemic in NY resulted in uncertainty about the future of the business, owing in part to so many gay actors dying), she worked with people with disabilities both physical and mental. Her heart is so very large, I am in awe of all she has given back to the world. However, she struggles to change marriage laws that won't allow her to marry her longtime (English) partner so her partner can stay in the country.
In this case:
Penis + Vagina = Visa and/or Green Card
Vagina + Vagina = .....?
(Can't we always break discrimination down to a lewd equation?)
And while my outrage at being excluded from the Detroit club is heartbreaking I am sure to you dear reader, the ease and understanding with which Allison speaks about her situation gives me courage. I hope one day as a society we can accept all people for who they are and give them all the right to marry who they want or else claim Detroit heritage if they choose.
But back to Penland... Penland and the surrounds is a thriving and magical arts community smack dab in the middle of Mitchell County, which I am told is the poorest in North Carolina. Somehow it seems strange that such affluence and facilities are so dominant in such an impoverished place. Driving through the landscape one twists and turns around the mountain roads. Modest dwellings that serve as potteries and studios emerge at every turn. The more you drive, the more you see crumbling and abandoned trailers set back just off the road. Surely Penland and the vibrant craft community helps to prop up the local economy, which otherwise seems to be supported by the mining of the rich mineral resources of the region.
At the Penland campus though the surrounding poverty is not directly apparent. In fact Penland is one of the whitest places I have ever been. As my friend Akiko would say, "Where are the people of color?" While Penland does offer full scholarships for summer sessions to people of color, the numbers are just overwhelmingly white. A question I have been asking myself more frequently: Are all craftspeople white? Certainly not. Traditional Handicrafts or Folkart is not the exclusive province of monied city folk, but the fine craft infrastructure seems to be monochromatic. How else can the crumbling craft infrastructure support itself except by the patronage and generosity of those who can afford to prop it up? Not a bad thing to have patrons, but why does that mean we are all the same color? Let me know if you figure that out.
Panning on the Second Broad River
A vivid example of the economic and cultural disparity between Penland attendees and the surrounding socio-economic landscape occurred when I took some of the students from the Radical Jewelry Makeover class on a gold panning trip this past weekend. After a month of research to find a suitable site to give participants an authentic artisanal mining experience, we set out for a narrow section of the Second Broad River, about an hour south of Penland. The panning trip went great, we found gold! All eight of the participants found gold in their pans. We had to process about 10 five gallon buckets of raw material in order to find about 1 grain of gold, equivalent to 1/437.5 of an ounce (We found $2.29 worth of gold!).
About 1 grain of gold, 20 flakes
The inadvertent highlight of the trip was the interaction with locals from the prospecting camp where we rented our sluice (a channel constructed with grooves into which a current of water is directed in order to separate gold from gravel and sand containing it). The camp contained many RVs which looked like the residents had set up permanent (or semi-permanent) homes. Almost assuredly they were not there to strike it rich, as the alluvial and placer gold which could be found there is scant and hard to find (see picture of approximately 48 hours of combined human labor). While the gold panning experience was worth while in the context of our learning experience - pertaining to material sourcing - the visit to the prospecting camp revealed a side of impoverished rural life that was slow, comfortable, but palpably reliant of tourist dollars.
Kaitlyn, Allison, Crystal Jim, and Christina
Our interaction with Crystal Jim (no lame name) was perhaps the best example. After sharing our exploits on the river and informing him of our occupation as jewelers we were treated to mason jars, invited to see his (for sale) gem collection, and see his small mountain of raw quartz crystals (150 tons, which is why he is called "Crystal" Jim). What was so rewarding about this interaction was the common ground we found with Crystal Jim on matters of geology, gold fever, and lifestyle. The mutually open and welcoming demeanor flowing in both directions endeared us to each other. We were mutually a novelty. I think that in actuality we couldn't be living more different lives (technology dependent vs. technology skeptical, rural vs. urban, industrially dependent vs. self sufficient), but our openness and willingness to accept difference made the chance encounter a deeply enriching cultural exchange.
Finally, yesterday we watched Our Life, Our Land, a documentary about mining and land rights of the Western Shoshone people, who have been essentially run off of their ancestral land in western Nevada. The above clip is just an excerpt, but powerful none the less. That such blatant infringement of the basic rights of US citizens can happen this day in age is truly an outrage, and in my mind, this is partly because of the extreme othering (for over 500 years now) of indigenous people in North America. This film threw into sharp relief the vital change that must emanate from grass roots efforts, the cottage jewelry industry (that'd be studio jewelry) and the commercial jewelry industry.
Conclusion
As we work towards a better world, craft or otherwise, my time at Penland has taught me well that opening ourselves to others, to feel their pain, triumph (as in the beginning students in the class achieving technical goals), and to generally be a compassionate human being leads to a world of increased understanding, mutual respect, and mutual growth. I hope craft can be a tool of inclusive pedagogy and an activity to build community. If the real world was really like Penland, it would be a much better place, but it would also be too homogenous for my taste.
As always comments welcome,
-Gabriel (from the Pines at Penland)









