Flushed

It could be from the continual overcast and rain the past week, but probably that just tends to highlight the underlying cause. It is an effort of diminishing returns. After so much of this diminish, one begins to take inventory and see what is of value.
This blog is one example. After nearly three years and over a thousand posts bearing my soul in many, I still only have less than ten followers. The other is facebook. After garnering over eight-hundred friends, I still get less comments and likes than when I first began this venture.
The other is the gallery. After four months hanging work, I have sold one piece. That covers the cost of the rent.
I recently was looking at the top ten all time highest selling photographs. The top went for 2.6 million.
I also was looking at another photograph on Facebook with the story of an old house. 880 thousand likes.
It is a continual effort to discern what resonates. What resonates with me, old history, nostalgia, nature, surreal, mystery does not seem to have much of a following. There are a few of the old
timers, but mostly, including the poetry, is ignored.
Artists need feedback I keep saying, and I am just not getting it, at least in the realms I am circulating it. The question is, do I pull back all together and just keep it private, or do I change direction totally?
I am at a cross road. At times I think of moving from photography and back to painting and printmaking.
When the next three months rent at the gallery are over if I have not sold anything, I will not renew. Volunteering there is a pain anyhow as the Art Gallery board has set up too many rules and procedures for the normal volunteer. I think with all these heavy handed rules, the gallery will probably be short term.
I am musing, but like I have said in the past, since this blog has less than ten followers, it is primarily a vent, an outhouse if you will, to dump my pablum upon my little world.