|Sioux Buffalo Horn knife with beaded hide sheath and parfleche - Blue Heron Gallery|
Ricardo sent me a note the other day and mentioned that there was not a lot of action on the blog, hardly any comments, hint, hint. Reality is I have been working for several months cataloging an extensive collection and I am about three quarters through. Honestly, I am completely exhausted and my back is out.
So work is going to take precedence. That is the way it is. I don't have much else to give right now. Business is good and I am not getting off the train while it's moving.
Last year was my most prolific year yet for writing. The last time I had a big year, 2013, the next year I went quiet for a long time. My worst year. Might happen again.
But if you can hold out there might just be more music and photos. Only so much in the tank. My wife and my financial well being and stability has to take precedence.
|Pima basketry horse and wagon with padre beads |
- 28" long, Turn of the century - Blue Heron Gallery
|Sioux scalp knife collected in Pine Ridge|
I'd rather not wade into all that, less tension over here in the shallow end of the pool. My readership has increased about 40% in the last year, almost approaching 2011-12 numbers before Google changed their algorithm. The bigger it gets the harder it is to really share for me, not sure why. Less familiar perhaps. More like talking to strangers. Don't want to expose.
If I had the money and druthers I would be writing more short fiction, which is a vehicle for speaking truths that are shielded and personal and which might otherwise offend or bother people. But I don't have the time, luxury or inclination to give that part of myself that really matters at the moment. Sorry.
Hope that I am feeling it again soon.
For the second time in a month I have lost a painting. Searched a day last time, finally found it in a place I had looked a hundred times. Today it was a painting I sold Michael. I have his money in my pocket and the painting is gone. What am I going to tell him? And I will have to pay Dixon for it and take a little bath.
Four hours tearing apart every cranny of my shop and no luck.
I went to the chiropractor on the coast and called Ken on the way back. He told me to sit down for a few minutes, take a breath and remember where I put it. I walked into the gallery and walked straight to it, in the very place I left it, can you imagine that?
Thank you Ken. Thank you everybody.