30 January 2008

Artist or Artisan?

Filed under: Musings on Philosophy, Musings from the Local Pub — confucianbrewer @ 9:24 am

Brewed Beverage of Choice: A nice pint of Porter…preferably a cask conditioned one…an old favourite I had forgotten about until recently…

Today I picked up one of the local newspapers because there is a weekly article on brewing within its pages. Fred Eckhardt, a local and national beer writer, was this week’s guest author, and he wrote about brewers as artists. While at Siebel, this very topic came up several times. The instructors thought that brewers were not artists because artists create something once and move on to a different project. While this may be true, artists also spend years and years honing their artform to create those works of art much like brewers. So are brewers artists?

According to the second definition in Webster’s II New Riverside Dictionary an artist is “one, esp. a public performer, whose work shows great skill.” That to me sounds remarkably like a brewer. A great brewer creates memorable quaffs through great skill and ingenuity. I am not a huge fan of the first definition which basically defines an artist as someone who practices the fine arts. That definition is too circular for me.

As I stated earlier, artists and brewers have the study of their respective crafts in common. A good brewer spends years learning the little details of different varieties of malted barley: their flavour, their colour, how grain from France is different than grain from the Pacific Northwest, etc. A good brewer studies the hops he or she uses, the equipment, and the eccentricities of every yeast strain. Just like an artist who must know about all the mediums, paints, inks, etc. This is how a brewer can be viewed as an artist.

Although I do see brewers as artists, I prefer to use the term “artisan.” The same dictionary defines artisan as “a manually skilled worker,” or a craftsman. The artisan is very similar to an artist. He or she must know the elements to be “molded.” The one major difference is that an artisan creates a work of usable art, something that can be consumed or used as a tool. (Sorry about my own circular definition…) A piece of art can be admired but is, at most times, decoration. (Jeez, I am going to have artists on my ass now…) But an artisan’s work not only can be admired for the skill used to create it, but it also serves a need.

So while I agree somewhat with my instructor’s at Siebel that brewers are not artists, it is not for the reason they give. There is a lot of common ground shared by artists and brewers, skewing the line between them. But by and large, brewer’s are artisans. They are craftsmen and craftswomen who create usable versions of “art.” I guess the bottom line is do we as a society have to change our perception of what art is? Can we say that a finely crafted brew or horseshoe is a piece of art? I do know that walking in a British pub is essentially walking into a museum.

Prost!

the confucian artisan brewer

11 January 2008

Happiness = No Writing or My Mind Is On Vacation

Filed under: Musings from Transit, Musings on Philosophy — confucianbrewer @ 4:37 pm

Brewed Beverage of Choice: A Cup of Green Tea

I have been sitting here chatting online with my girlfriend (Don’t be so shocked! We all knew this day would come eventually!) when we both came to the same realization: we need to write a new post to our respective blogs. It has been a long time since I have been able to sit and write something substantial. Even on the train my mind has been more focused on reading rather than on writing. The musings have not been coming, and I was wondering why. And then it hit me. I read somewhere in Langston Hughes’ autobiography that he could not write when he was happy.

If I look back at the majority of my writing, it has been done in times of confusion, loneliness, and mere idleness. Much of the time I have been writing for this blog was done out of complete contemplation. I may or may not have been happy on that particular day, but my mind, however, was in a long drawn out search for study regardless of mood. Lately though that search has ceased to exist. Not because I did not want to learn, but because life happened.

After many years of constant learning and constant questioning, my mind said enough was enough. It needed a vacation. And what better time than now when I have been more focused on promoting myself as a brewer and spending time with someone special. It is not as if I do not want to write. I have started many entries that just never came to the fold. It is the mind that says no. It is content where it is right now sitting on a ledge of a high mountain looking out over the scene.

I guess I am writing to explain why I am not writing which is somewhat ironic. The thought that happiness would be one of the reasons the writing stopped never would have occurred to me if it was not for Langston. But after reading it, it made more sense to me why there have been times of long absence when it came to writing. So I will continue on my quest to be a better brewer, which right now means swallowing my humbleness and shyness and getting better at self promotion, and I will continue down the road to happiness. What that means for you is that you may see more beer related stuff instead of the musings from my commute. I am sure you will be as patient as I for postings. (If you really want to see stuff about me, you can always peruse the Oregonian’s Beer Writer’s blog…)

Prost!

the contented confucian brewer