Sunday, 8 May 2011
Death to the Steampunk Octopus!
Do you like it? Do you? You want to buy it?
Actually, I agree. It's dire. I don't know what possessed me to buy the kit, but once opened I had to finish it or else it would sit in it's box taunting me whenever I entered the room.
I've since had it framed and will put it up one day.
One day when I have walls to speak of.
And once it is up, it will sit on the wall and taunt me.
Like some 'Ghost of Handicrafts Past', it will plonk itself in my eyeline and tell me in no uncertain terms not to buy another rug kit again.
I know, I know I get worked up over next to nothing.
What's been troubling me of late is, well, mediocrity, incompetence and ego.
I wouldn't dream of putting that piece of nylon tat up for sale - I know it's rubbish and asking for money for it wouldn't just break copyright law (Alright there, Coats?), it would require the kind of shamelessness that would phase the Gallagher clan.
There is one website called Etsy.
There was a plan originally for talented crafters, artisans and small businesses to advertise in one place - a bit like Ebay for handmade stuff.
Etsy has been hijacked. By the kind of talentless, brassnecked, deluded and plain old mercenary shysters that the true craftsmen have been trying to distance themselves from.
Etsy has a listings policy which effectively means that 'resellers' are valuable Etsy clients and people who steal ideas from other artists or otherwise breach copyright go unsanctioned.
But the most nauseating part of the Etsy set-up is that anyone who publicly exposes such merchants (so called 'calling out') are actively sanctioned by the Etsy administrators.
So the really talented but struggling or those trying to sell items for a good cause have to keep quiet or else they'll be punished. Rune Leather was one such luckless soul.
I honestly don't know why April Winchell got so wound up, but she has created a site called Regretsy.
In her own words
"Regretsy is the fail blog of hand crafts.
Almost everything posted here is collected from the web site, Etsy, though I sometimes feature crafting failures from other sites.
I also will sometimes post things that are just incredibly odd and wonderful.
So while not everything here is awful, it is always WTF."
The site is fairly self explanatory. It's "where DIY meets WTF" and some of the best bits are from her many followers.
April's Army of snark even have a forum following on Etsy. They have raised money for charity, shop for gew-gaws on Etsy and give public support to real artists.
There are a number of 'artistes' who, truly believing they are God's gift to art, have complained, loudly.
Not happy that their masterpieces have been dissed and snarked at, they complain. And bring about a torrent of smart alec, snarky, trouble upon their heads.
One such produced this. She has a whole shopful!
And then this happened.
And suddenly Twitter went nutty. 79,000 members of April's army vs. one not very talented 'artiste'.
If you're interested check out @Regretsy, @Robstenart and @Aprilsarmy or #postsomethingterrible.
If I had that woman's brass neck, I'd be Prime Minister.
She traces pictures and colours them in. She is on a par with most 8 year olds.
The "I only 'do' Twilight" aspect makes her look like an angsty, pouting teen who just won't be told she has no real talent and she really ought to be getting on with something more useful.
This woman is wasting time, money and resources on producing the kind of dross I'd be too embarrassed to throw in my large black wheelie bin (for non recyclable refuse) for fear someone would see it.
And she's marketing it with the kind of deathless prose one would reserve for a work by Van Gogh.
Kill it with fire, I say.
The trouble is, not only is she not alone, she and her fellow 'artistes' now have the likes of Etsy, where the like minded can meet, shore up each other's fragile egos and effectively create an alternate universe where they can compare themselves with the like of Da Vinci and see nothing wrong with overpriced flotsam and jetsam hotglued to pieces of ply.
I have great respect for artisans who, using traditional crafts and/or their own designs, create useful and beautiful pieces.
I can cross stitch. If I want to clutter my house with hamfisted attempts at 'art', I can pick up a pattern and produce my own half-arsed, attempts at decoration without resorting to t'Internet.
I love Regretsy. It has made me laugh out loud and cry at some of the reasons why they do the charitable things they do.
Regretsy is not just a response to the resellers, it's a calling out of the untalented, the pretentious, the idiotic, the deluded, the 'hot glue and crysanthemum' crowd who think they're producing 'art' when in fact they are keeping corporate 'craft' suppliers in the black.
Death to the Steampunk Octopus.
I know, I know. And flock wallpaper too.....
Posted by Button Ginger at Sunday, May 08, 2011