| | I believe that improvement is the "water" that "washes" the taint from copying.
I so agree with that.
I've been trying to design an argument which proves, in essence, that true "copying" of one individual's work by another isn't actually possible. Things made by different individuals will inevitably be "different," and not exact copies. I watched a fascinating PBS special about the discovery of a lost Da Vinci chalk portrait. Science and research proved it was real, and not a fake. Even though there are barely a handful of DaVinci artworks in the world, there is enough known about the man and his traits to discover what came from him, and what didn't. I think this sort of discovery is possible in everything made, regardless of who made it.
This is slightly related to the "improvement" issue. Plus, I just want to bitch about it.
For the past year I've been trying to research an obscure type of bead work that was developed by the Mohawk and Iroquois tribes of the Niagara Falls area in the late 19th and early 20th century. Women in these tribes sold handmade souvenirs beaded in this distinct style to tourists. (Naturally, government regulation, permits, and over priced licensing put a stop to the practice, which all but ended the trade, and thus this particular style of bead-work) I happened to see a very old piece on Antiques Road Show, and never in my life saw anything like it before. I had to know more about this style. While I found a whole lot of superficial descriptions and photographs (most were very poor quality), I couldn't find anything by way of instruction as to how this style was actually worked.
I love to bead, and have a semi popular series of beading videos on YouTube. One of my viewers pointed me in the direction of a lovely blog with wonderful photographs that more or less showed how one of the stitches was done. Another directed me to the site of Samuel Thomas, who is hailed as a master of this almost-lost-art, and published a manuscript with illustrations of the style. However, his "book" is not listed anywhere but on his site, which does not take credit cards, or have anything by way of an email address, phone number, or contact information. Purchasers have to physically mail a check to Canada. Collectors of the old style praise the man and his efforts to keep this art form alive. I'm skeptical, given the ease of self-publishing these days, the lack of CGI for credit cards on the site (not even PayPal, for crying out loud!) and the utter lack of contact information, other than a mailing address in Canada.
I practiced and worked the stitch several times (going by the photographs in the blog) until I felt comfortable with what I was doing, then made a video of the stitch and result. Other beading bloggers picked up on that video and posted it along with their own tries at the stitch. Then I developed my own way of working the stitch that I think is actually better than the original innovation, and posted a couple videos of that.
Long story short, I have a group of Native American haters causing me grief. One went so far as to imply I was "stealing" from them. Another flat out threatened me to stop. All of them insult, discourage, and pretty much try to intimidate me and my efforts to learn this wonderful, amazing style of raised bead-work that is all but extinct due to the Federal Government's ban on simple trade in Niagara Falls. What they can't stand is that a white woman, me, is sharing what she's learned on her own, without help from them, to perfect strangers around the world. One is terrified I'll sell something I've made in "their" style. OMG! The horror! As if anyone couldn't tell the difference between something made today and those 100 year old tattered relics. I'm sure even Mr. Samuel Thomas wouldn't approve, not that I give a damn.
I've never, ever, encountered this kind of destructive "culture sense." Its so odd, I don't know what to make of it. I asked a girl at work, a nice Samoan girl, if there was anything in Hawaiian culture that would forbid her from sharing that culture with me because I'm white. "NO! Gosh, I'm proud to share it with everyone!"
That's the attitude I pretty much expect from everyone, and that's the attitude I'm accustomed to. Open. Proud. Generous. Benevolent. Unmistakeably human.
I don't know what kind of animal these haters are.
For now, I'm either ignoring the comments or removing them, but the idea that I'm hurting anyone because I love something beautiful is insane.
Oh, this isn't the "unpleasant" thing I mentioned before, but it is unpleasant. The other unpleasant thing is so unpleasant, I don't have the energy (or wit) write about it yet, but it deals with a similar kind of ignorance and hate.
(Edited by Teresa Summerlee Isanhart on 2/15, 6:50pm)
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