When the question is posed: “Why do you do what you do?”, what words come forth in answer? This poem encapsulates what I could not manage to put together in words. How is it for you?????
Does the following creed address what you do, as a maker of lovely and useful things? More on the subject soon . . . .
THE CRAFTSMAN’S CREED
I hold with none who think not work a boon,
Vouchsafed to man that he may aid his Kind
With offerings from his chisel, wheel, or loom,
Fashioned with loving heart and loving mind.
All of the fine traditions and the skill,
Come from my elders through the long line down,
Are mine to use to raise our crafts’ renown
And mine to teach again with reverent will:
Thus do I live to serve, though least for pay,
With fingers which are masters of the tool
And eyes which light to see the pattern’s play–
As it unfolds obedient to each rule of our dear Art.
So all my craft is praise to God–at once part homage and part song.
My work’s my…
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