Above: Slender blocks of acrylic, called “blanks,” await their turn at the lathe, to be crafted into comfortable and appealing shapes as pens. Ribbons of color within some blocks yield fascinating patterns; others gain beauty from a thin veneer that may mimic the pattern of leaves or a corporate logo, protected under a clear finish.
Writer: Larry Erickson
Photographer: Duane Tinkey
Ex-wives don’t often get a lot of credit.
But it was an ex-wife who set Rob Beers on a course that changed his life and his career.
While they were married, Beers explains, “she bought me a small lathe,” the type of wood-turning contraption used to make spindles, chair legs, candlesticks—anything crafted from a length of wood that is rounded and symmetrically shaped with carving tools as the wood spins at a frenzied pace.
“I didn’t ask for a lathe. I didn’t want a lathe,” Beers says in feigned indignation. “It sat around for a couple years.”
But then came a day, as days come along, when Beers saw the thing differently. Intrigued, he dug it out and took it for a spin. “Oh, there were some big mistakes,” he recalls, but the Navy retiree enjoys a challenge. “And I’ve always liked working with my hands.”
His more recent career in a corporate environment didn’t satisfy that desire, and it had about run its course anyway. Beers devoted himself to crafting pens on his lathe, turning slim blocks of exotic woods and decorative acrylics into sleek pen barrels. Slim ones, fat ones, subtle or flashy—all carefully shaped as the air fills with fine dust flung from the lathe.
“I’d go into my basement shop at 5 in the morning and lose all track of time for the next 18 hours,” he recalls.
A dozen years later, now 72, Beers freely admits “I don’t have the stamina to work that long.”
The careful work requires concentration, he says, “so it’s really an enjoyable escape from the troubles of the world.”
Initially, Beers hawked his pens at craft fairs and art shows. “I’m not an artist,” he insists. “I’m a mechanic.” Yet there’s no denying the artistry of his work. Stooped over his lathe, awash in bright light and shavings, Beers peers from behind safety glasses and jeweler’s loupes. Strong fingers hold the cutting tool at a precise angle with practiced force. He can say what he wants to the contrary; to the onlooker, this is art.
He added retailer to his résumé in 2006 when he opened a kiosk at Valley West Mall, where he later graduated to a full-scale store, Quill & Nib, since relocated to Valley Junction. The store features Beers’ own pens plus commercial lines with prices ranging from a few bucks to several thousand—fountain pens, roller balls, ballpoints, any way to get ink on paper. But his own creations outsell the manufactured models by 10 to 1, he says.
“I sell more fountain pens than anything else,” Beers says, and he recommends them. A fountain pen has an inherent elegance and a graceful control of the flow of ink, he explains: “You tend to write more slowly, carefully—and that results in better penmanship.” More importantly, he says, writing slowly seems to relax the brain and fosters more thoughtful communication.
On the other hand, he confesses, “my penmanship is terrible.”
Most newcomers enter the store out of curiosity, rather than because they need a pen (or the stationery or other accoutrement he purveys). In fact, there’s more conversation than handwriting in a pen shop.
“Educating people about pens is one step in selling,” Beers explains. “It’s all one process. If they walk out happy, whether they buy anything or not, they’re going to come back.”
A business lesson Beers learned early: “You don’t sell a product, you sell a story.” And those stories get passed around.
“Pretty much word of mouth has built this business,” he says. Many of his customers are regulars. “You never sell to a stranger.”
He makes occasional volume sales to corporate clients who may use Beers’ handmade pens—sometimes with corporate logos—as gifts to customers or employees. Beers enjoys the difference in scale between those big businesses and his own operation. “I’m not even a small business,” he laughs. “I’m a micro.”
A micro with a big following—and an unpredictable one. Men, women, young and old—“seems like the only thing they have in common is a love of pens,” he says, which keeps life interesting at Quill & Nib. There, Beers says, he enjoys surprises, like “a scruffy looking dude who came in one day and spent about $2,000.
“So I treat everyone the same,” he says with conviction, “which is how it should be.”
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