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So I put this one here, since technically there were no SC's. Just bad vendors.
Okay so Memorial day weekend, I was invited to an outdoor art show. Normally I don't do outdoor/summer shows, since I sell quilts and people consider them to be a winter thing. But I know the guy running the show and he's a great person, plus it's a free show, so I thought hey why not. At least I'm getting out of the house.
The show starts at 8am, and I get there are 7:30 and start setting up. I met my booth neighbors, said hello, all that stuff. I like to be friendly and polite to the other vendors, just because I feel that's the right thing to do. I get all set up and get my cake over to the vendor's potluck table.
Anyway, the way the booths were set up, I was in the back area, with a jewelry booth next to me, and in the front of the row was a painter's booth. The way the painter had set up his booth, if you were walking by, you didn't think there was any other booths behind him.
I will call him creepy painter dude, because he was kinda creeping me out. In the morning, he came over to my booth to say hello and look at the quilts. All perfectly fine until he starting talking about how my art is just blankets and he has 2 gallery shows in local restaraunts. Yeah okay, now I'm really done talking to you. But apparently he liked me, cause he just wouldn't go away. I think I heard his life story several times over. And he kept touching my back and telling me that he used to be a massuse and I shouldn't slouch and he'll give me a massage later for free. Eww just no. Besides I have scoliosis and kyphosis and I don't want to aggravate either.
Plus he'd grab anyone walking near his booth and talk thier ears off. I was reminded of a used car salesman so much. People would turn and walk the other way to get away from him instead of walking down the aisle to see jewelry and quilts.
It was in the high nineties and humid, so we were all sweaty and tired. And of course no one was buying quilts, but I passed out a ton of flyers. The other artists all made thier rounds of the show and I recieved many dirty looks. I had a few people comment that I should be kicked out of the show, since I'm obviously not an artist. You know, I'm sorry my 'art' doesn't have naked ladies all over it, or whatever, but it's still art.
The guy running it is a huge fan of my work (picked up one custom order at that show and ordered another one saturday) and he's planning some more shows in the fall. He told me he's going to be personally selecting the artists for these other shows since most of the artists at this show were not retail oriented kinda people.
Okay so Memorial day weekend, I was invited to an outdoor art show. Normally I don't do outdoor/summer shows, since I sell quilts and people consider them to be a winter thing. But I know the guy running the show and he's a great person, plus it's a free show, so I thought hey why not. At least I'm getting out of the house.
The show starts at 8am, and I get there are 7:30 and start setting up. I met my booth neighbors, said hello, all that stuff. I like to be friendly and polite to the other vendors, just because I feel that's the right thing to do. I get all set up and get my cake over to the vendor's potluck table.
Anyway, the way the booths were set up, I was in the back area, with a jewelry booth next to me, and in the front of the row was a painter's booth. The way the painter had set up his booth, if you were walking by, you didn't think there was any other booths behind him.
I will call him creepy painter dude, because he was kinda creeping me out. In the morning, he came over to my booth to say hello and look at the quilts. All perfectly fine until he starting talking about how my art is just blankets and he has 2 gallery shows in local restaraunts. Yeah okay, now I'm really done talking to you. But apparently he liked me, cause he just wouldn't go away. I think I heard his life story several times over. And he kept touching my back and telling me that he used to be a massuse and I shouldn't slouch and he'll give me a massage later for free. Eww just no. Besides I have scoliosis and kyphosis and I don't want to aggravate either.
Plus he'd grab anyone walking near his booth and talk thier ears off. I was reminded of a used car salesman so much. People would turn and walk the other way to get away from him instead of walking down the aisle to see jewelry and quilts.
It was in the high nineties and humid, so we were all sweaty and tired. And of course no one was buying quilts, but I passed out a ton of flyers. The other artists all made thier rounds of the show and I recieved many dirty looks. I had a few people comment that I should be kicked out of the show, since I'm obviously not an artist. You know, I'm sorry my 'art' doesn't have naked ladies all over it, or whatever, but it's still art.
The guy running it is a huge fan of my work (picked up one custom order at that show and ordered another one saturday) and he's planning some more shows in the fall. He told me he's going to be personally selecting the artists for these other shows since most of the artists at this show were not retail oriented kinda people.
not only can these people not see the beauty in the 'mundane,' they have no idea how much work life was before their precious post-industrial age! They probably decided to slap paint on canvas and somehow manage to be worse than Pollock (no offense to Pollock, I actually think he's done good work making us all think and stuff!/short) because they're too dumb for anything else! 
! Creeper is creepin! :shudder:
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