Thank you for sending me more words.....Always....

I have, this day read everyones words, again......It is a curious thing how our minds work.......

You say words to me....that my mind does not say to my Self.....my view is different, looking out of my Self.......I don't think of my Self, as brave, or overcoming difficulties.....I seem to be, always, just trying to get through the moment....

i don't even know if I have a vision of who I am, as a projection in the world.....people say things to me, but it never seems to register in a way that is real, or kept.....

I think it is a brain injury thing......there are some connections that misfire.....or don't even catch the drift.....but your words have made me think......one of the reasons I have not had anything done, is that my hand would not let me......I forget that part....but it is real........I will try to make the best of it, as you all say......

The thing that makes my work unique is that I know how to do many different mediums and combine them into one peice.......where most of the artist pieces are just one medium at a time.....but I have no memory of ever being taught how to do what I do.....but....I can do it.....if I don't think too hard.....HA.....

That is a troubling thing....I have no one to ask.....I have tools that are coveted, as they are not made anymore.....but I have to buy books to even tell me what they are.....I have drawers full of patterns.....I have been looking at them today.....easily a thousand patterns, and pages of notes...reminders to my Self, on the process......but I have no memory of ever making any of them......

It is a weird setting to place my Self in.....your words help me to realize......that it has reason, to be a little difficult....?.....

I think, this exhibit means so much to me, because when someone asks me what I do.....I know I do that.....it gives me identity in the world.......

This year I must make my Self talk to the other Artists.....they all know who I am, but I forget them, from year to year....I know what work, goes with what each person looks like....but the names, and stories, of who each person is, that is lost to me.....

There must be a few who would be open to letting me contact them with questions.....I would hope....there was an old saddlemaker I would call, but he has passed away....all the people I knew, to ask, are gone.....

My sister passed away last year.....we didn't have the greatest relationship, but she could answer some of my questions.........

Today, I let my leather get too dry.....and then I got it too wet.....It has to be just right to work, and then you have to do it at one sitting.....the carving process, anyway....so I have been waiting.......for the leather to be ready for me....

I came here to give my mind a place to go....instead of driving me crazy.....your words have made me stop, and ponder my Self a little.....which has helped me.....so has the forming of my thoughts.....seeing the words.....

Thank you for reading my words......taking the time.....it makes me feel real.........Those of you....who have given me words.....you have given me courage, too........I am thankful..........

Blessings to us all........
Hummer