These are all great points, @Xtina. There’s validity in each of these, for me.
I also enjoy the spontaneity of things. A close friend of mine lives in Alaska, and on one of our visits we helped an Inuit friend of his; after which he gifted me an ivory carving that his grandfather had crafted. That memory and experience guided a newfound appreciation for Natives of the Arctic, their art, and profound culture. Sam Dimmick, an Inuit artist from Nome, AK, presents at the Eiteljorg Market and it’s always a blast visiting with him and his Zuni wife.
Please allow me one other spontaneous happenstance.
In 2021, my younger sister and I spent a bit of time on a Harley along the Oregon and Washington coasts. One night was spent on the shore of Lake Quinault in Washington and we were blessed with a meteor shower over the mirrored lake. The following morning, we visited the Lake Quinault Museum and met Chigger, the wizened curator of the establishment. She baked us homemade lemon bars and told us of her days racing red cedar canoes with the Natives. Telling her of our quest for art and that we were thinking of visiting Queets, she responded with “Why in the
would you go to Queets? Head to Taholah!” So we did, and unbeknownst to us, we rode right into the Quinault Nation. After visiting their museum, we came to a T at State Road 109 and Riverside Drive. The intersection was on the bank of the Quinault River, and under a small tent, just off the road, was an artist selling her works. We probably looked rather rough, having not showered nor seen a bed for over a week, but it made her no nevermind. Her name is Corinna English, and she is a Coast Salish artist, poet, and songwriter. She asked for a ride on the bike, and after a little jaunt while my sister watched her tent, we spent hours together. When I asked her if she had any original works, she thought for a moment, and pulled this cow skull out from under a pile of blankets in her van.
Needless to say I couldn’t take it with me at the time, but Corinna offered to carefully pack and ship it. Before leaving her, I asked if she would entertain painting a bison skull from one of my grandfather’s hunts, she excitedly agreed. After preparing it, I sent it to her and she graced it with her unique twist on Northwest Coast design.
This is the photo she sent before sending it back.
So, all of that said, that time spent riding and camping in Oregon and Washington as well as being blessed with Corinna’s friendship, both led me to a deep love for Pacific Northwest Art. I enjoy collecting it on a small scale and Corinna has become a dear friend.
If you made it through all of that, thanks for sticking with me. I enjoy recounting these trails of my collecting journey.