Several sculptures and paintings stacked up against my old cast-iron stove that I use for heating the studio during winter. I have a good supply of wood scraps set aside for the few cold days in LA. We'll have to see what the gallery is like when the weather finally turns. Customers never stay long enough to get chilly. Or sweltering hot. Yesterday a guy rang the doorbell and entered. Dante and I could immediately tell that he was "one of hers." That is, an admirer who saw online photos of her . He tried to look interested in the art, and pretended to want to buy something, and we played along. You have to expect this when you're in business. After he finally left we analyzed the situation. "He was probably happy to be able to see and talk to you," I said. "And for all that, he was exposed to some art. It didn't kill us to spend a few minutes showing a stranger our world." She agreed, and said he already texted about one of her collages that featured her image. Saying how much he liked it, and what was the price?