Artisan Quotes

“Feedback doesn’t tell you about yourself. It tells you about the person giving the feedback. In other words, if someone says your work is gorgeous, that just tells you about *their* taste. If you put out a new product and it doesn’t sell at all, that tells you something about what your audience does and doesn’t want. When we look at praise and criticism as information about the people giving it, we tend to get really curious about the feedback, rather than dejected or defensive.”
― Tara Mohr, Playing Big: Practical Wisdom for Women Who Want to Speak Up, Create, and Lead

“There is something deeply satisfying in shaping something with your hands. Proper artificing is like a song made solid. It is an act of creation.”
― Patrick Rothfuss, The Wise Man's Fear

“For the artisan, craft is an end in itself. For you, the artist, craft is the vehicle for expressing your vision. Craft is the visible edge of art.”
― David Bayles, Art and Fear

“Create your own future; you are your own artisan. Promote your own brand; you are your own marketer! You've got the hands to do that. Just believe it is possible!”
― Israelmore Ayivor, The Great Hand Book of Quotes

“What if the link or key to healing was through finding your unique personal creative outlet?”
― Michelle Dennis Evans

“When you visit a country, visit the forgotten artisans of the narrow streets because they are the ones who made that country! Do this, not to honour them but to honour yourself!”
― Mehmet Murat ildan

“Oftentimes, our hands are more creative than our minds.”
― John Joclebs Bassey, Night of a Thousand Thoughts

“There is something self-destructive about Western technology and distribution. Whenever any consumer object is so excellent that it attracts a devoted following, some of the slide rule and computer types come in on their twinkle toes and take over the store, and in a trice they figure out just how far they can cut quality and still increase market penetration. Their reasoning is that it is idiotic to make and sell a hundred thousand units of something and make 30 cents a unit when you can increase the advertising, sell five million units, and make a nickel profit a unit. Thus, the very good things of the world go down the drain, from honest turkey to honest eggs to honest tomatoes. And gin.”
― John D. MacDonald, The Dreadful Lemon Sky

“Beatriz breathed in the sweet aromas that lately appealed to her. Those at the forefront were of various honeys in the wooden honey pots anchoring the tablecloth: lavender, orange blossom, and eucalyptus. But the room was a cornucopia of visual and olfactory treats. Marcona almonds were roasting in Reuben's old wood oven, and from the kitchen downstairs wafted scents of all the spices they would be offering their customers fresh over the counter in cloth bags: cinnamon stalks, cloves, anise, ground ginger, juniper berries, finely grated nutmeg. Nora and Beatriz packaged all the spices themselves. They would also offer ribbon-tied bags of Phillip's tea creations served in the café: loose leaves of lemon verbena, dried pennyroyal, black tea with vanilla. All around the room, on the floor, shelves, and counters, were baskets and baskets and baskets of irresistible delights: jars of marmalades and honeys and pure, dark, sugarless chocolate pieces ready to melt with milk at home for the richest hot chocolate. Customers could even buy jars of chocolate shavings, to sprinkle over warmed pears and whipped cream, or over the whipped cream on their hot chocolates. They sold truffles white and dark, with or without rum, biscuits with every variation of nuts and spices, bars small or large of their own chocolate, and dried fruits dipped in chocolate.”
― Karen Weinreb, The Summer Kitchen

“Assiatou, your father knew all the rites that protect the working of gold, the metal of the djinns. Each profession has its code, known only to the initiated and transmitted from father to son. As soon as your elder brothers left the huts of the circumcised, they moved into this particular world, the whole compound's source of nourishment.”
― Mariama Bâ, So Long a Letter

“Technologiquement parlant , il s'agit pourtant du fruit de leur travail concret, mais dans le processus de production l'activité concrète ne vaut pour les producteurs que comme combustion indifférente et abstraite de leur énergie. En conséquence, aussi bien la "matière" à travailler que sa transformation concrète leur restent par essence indifférentes et étrangères, et ils ne peuvent s'identifier avec les objects qu'ils fabriquent, comme pouvait encore le faire l'artisan prémoderne.”
― Robert Kurz, The Substance of Capital

“Chef Fany Gerson opened Dough in Bed-Stuy in 2010, and her big, billowy, brioche-style doughnuts have spread across the city and are now available at dozens of third-party locations (including Smorgasburg, which is where we first sampled the bad boys). With delectable flavors like blood orange, hibiscus, and toasted coconut, inspired by Fany's Latin American heritage, to know Dough is to love it.
Naturally, Anarchy in a Jar supports local and family farmers- this is Brooklyn! A lesser credo just wouldn't cut it. The small-batch condiments company was started in 2009 by Laena McCarthy and includes deliciously eclectic offerings like grapefruit & smoked salt marmalade, cherry balsamic jam, and beer mustard.”
― Amy Thomas, Brooklyn in Love: A Delicious Memoir of Food, Family, and Finding Yourself

“Innovators have artisan-like hands. They have ability to deconstruct innovations, reassemble them, and even generate their own iterations of innovative products.”
― Tiisetso Maloma, Innovate Like Elon Musk: Easily Participate in Innovation with Guidelines from Tesla and SpaceX: A Simple Understanding of First Principle Thinking and Vertical Integration

“Yo quisiera hacer lo que me dé la gana detrás de la cortina de la locura. Así: arreglaría las flores, todo el día, pintaría el dolor, el amor y la ternura, me reiría a mis anchas de la estupidez de otros, y todos dirían: pobre, está loca. Sobre todo me reiría de mi estupidez, construiría mi mundo, que mientras viviera estaría de acuerdo con todos los mundos. El día o la hora o el minuto que viviera sería mío y de todos. Mi locura no sería un escape a mi trabajo".”
― Florencia Etcheves, La cocinera de Frida