It's basically because I'm unwilling to kiss yuppie ass at artshows and gallery openings. Just can't bring myself to do it.

Participated in the Omak Stampede art show in the early 80's. Sat there for 3 days listening to people telling me how great my work was, and no one bought a damn thing.

Was in central Oregon a few years ago on and took a few of my later works to galleries in Bend. They all loved them and would take them on consignment, as long as there was an "opening show". I choose to decline, but found alittle one north in a town called Sisters. "The Medicine Woman" was owned and operated by two older gals who were sisters. Not only did they sell art, but bought crafts from the local Native Americans. They were cool and the place had a very nice vibe. They only wanted a 30% commission. Within a week I sold one piece for $1400. Then they went bankrupt, should have charged 40%!

So guess I just gave up. Unwilling to "jump through the hoops". Along the way I've done alittle jumping of another kind. Out of perfectly good airplanes in the Forests of the Great North West. Have been fighting wildland forest fires in one way or another since 1980. It's hot and dirty. Most of my friends bitch about how I'm always driving a new green truck and blah blah blah. Saving the National Forests is a damn wild ride at times...