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MAT TERHORN
free : a quarterly print supplement : winter 2012
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a storehouse of wonder : fort collins , co : free
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making t h e wo r l d s p i n b ac k wa r d s :
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Cr a f t E s s ay B y To d d S i m m o n s P ho t o g ra phs B y C h a rl e s J. M a l o n e
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here used to be a shoe cobbler with a small shop just north of Laurel on College Avenue. One day I walked into his shop and offered myself up as an apprentice, free of charge. I was shiftless—but not lazy—and wanted a mentor in some worthwhile craft. At some point in their lives everyone needs shoes, and that meant job security. The shoe cobbler wanted a three-year commitment to teach me his craft. I was bowled over with the thought of spending three years in that small, packed, leathery place. Did I really want to be a shoe cobbler that badly? I thanked him, but declined, and left him some of my own shoes to repair. The shoe cobbler is no longer on College Avenue and the building now houses a tattoo shop. What are we to do with our flapping and failing soles? I imagine that shoe cobbler saw a lot of different people like me over the years, people who wanted to learn a craft, some valuable trade they performed with their hands, but couldn’t commit to the time necessary to learn it. I have a feeling that downtown Fort Collins might be able to support a shoe cobbler again, as traditional crafts are swinging back into mainstream culture. Craft is very hip with just a little hype. Sometimes, though not often enough, when these qualities get attached to a social or cultural phenomenon, it signals the return of common sense. Economic uncertainty married to resource depletion, climate change, and general global instability sheds a new light on things crafted locally. Some things get built, some produced, but when something is crafted, then to me it rivals art—it is unique, and usually handmade out of desire; it’s something that is put together well and meant to stay that way. Like a good book, or a wheel of handmade cheese. Like a chair that does not squeak, or a small-batch beer that goes down too well in the afternoon sun. Like a pair of shoes that can be fixed, if need be. In a world hell-bent on speed and instantaneous everything, some people invest their greatest assets—their time and energy—and over a period of time learn a set of skills in order to become craftspeople. Almost without exception it takes a long time to learn how to make something that will last. And as we all wade around in the great big digital ocean of curiosities known as the Internet, searching for that thing we want immediately, the craftspeople toil away in their workshops with their tools, spending countless hours on one guitar, or one piece of jewelry, or a novel that needs to be just right. The pains of their labor are often their greatest reward, but nowadays the idea of a paycheck need not be lost amongst the sawdust and sweat. continued on page 3
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