Saturday, December 02, 2006

a rotten, horrible, nasty, very bad show

I have been doing craft shows for 8 years now. I used to completely rely on them for my income, and I did many many shows, street fairs mostly. I don't knock street fairs because they helped me survive as a full-time artist for a couple of years. And it was in doing these shows where I paid my dues, and continue to occasionally pay my dues. If I have given anyone the impression that I don't suffer for my art, let me now enlighten you. I suffer. I suffer at these shows.

Since I am totally masochistic, I actually get very excited about shows. I love setting up my little display, creating gorgeous flower arrangements in my vases, dressing up in my cool outfits. Since I usually look like a cross between a street urchin and a mud wrestler in my usual day to day attire, I never hesitate to buy beautiful clothes with the idea that I will look so damn cute selling my pottery in these shoes. Since I am what is considered an "established" artist, I can count on these shows to bring in a certain amount of income, I usually don't think too much about not doing well.

It wasn't always like this. Like I said, I paid my dues. I've done many shows where I've stood around all weekend and been alternately bored, angry, sad, and downright depressed as I watch my neighbors rake in the cash and I rake in admirers who have no money. I did one show in Napa about 7 years ago where I sold 3 things all weekend. THREE THINGS! I was so bummed out that I got outrageously drunk during the show-- this was Napa and it was a wine and music thing after all-- and cried so drunkenly and so loudly in the bathroom that everyone heard me. And then there was the time in Santa Monica when my car got towed from in front of my sister's house the morning of the show, another exhibitor broke my best piece, and I had a bad case of laryngitis and couldn't even complain at the volume I like to. And another time when I did a show in Blackhawk--very upscale, very exclusive gated community-- and received not a glance from the patrons. Early on in the show, a little old lady wearing a Chanel suit and pearls came up to me, grabbed my best piece with both hands, paid for it in cash, and said bluntly, "You're not going to sell anything here". I said, "I think I'll do alright". I was not offended, but amused by her approach. "No," she said, "the people here know nothing of beauty, they hire interior designers to purchase things. They'll buy that crap over there" she snorted, gesturing toward one of my neighbors, who shall go unnamed. I just shrugged and said, "We''ll see", though I had to wonder if she was a future incarnation of myself, especially when she said the word "crap". Unfortunately, she was right, and despite being located next to a fully stocked bar tended by a sympathetic and attractive youngster, that was one show where I packed up and left hours before closing. Insult me, put me down, hate on my pottery, but nobody ignores me. And if they do... well see ya later!

I tell these stories with wry amusement because they are my war stories, and I can laugh now because I generally don't have bad shows anymore, and even what I consider a bad show is way better than what most people do at the same show. I never gloat-- though I do celebrate-- and I don't spend time being a complainer except at home. Today, I had a glaring exception. I had such a bad day that it rivals the Napa show, and in my household, that's saying something. Napa is an iconic show of badness, so bad that when I have a bad day, me or my husband will say, "Well, at least it's not Napa". Today was Napa. Today was Napa squared.

I must have learned something in these years, because I didn't cry, I didn't get drunk-- not at the show anyway-- and I complained only to my closest friends and husband. I'm kind of bummed about the poor show, because I could have spent the weekend hiking or petting my cat, but not depressed or really upset, just surprised. Wow, nobody bought my work today except for a few lucky souls. Hmmmmmmmm.


  1. Oh dear! Hope today is better for you. Sending you a few virtual hugs. I know that I would have *loved* to have seen your work "in the flesh"!

  2. Thank you Whitney Smith for being so honest, making me laugh and making me feel better about the crappy show I am having! I will go in today to "sell" my work with a smile on my face.

  3. I just went to a couple of ceramics sales this weekend, and I was so aware of this when I walked by booths without purchasing. I did make a few purchases though! And I'll say, there were only a few people that had work that I liked as well as yours. Sorry for the bad day!

  4. Anonymous3:02 PM

    I was one of the few lucky souls who bought your work yesterday. Selfishly, I am so thrilled to have found your beautiful work... but am sorry that it was a horrible show altogether. It must be truely difficult to watch people pass your work by, especially when the pieces you make are so unique and lovely.

    I saw some scallop-edged cupcake plates at Miette this morning - are those yours?

  5. Thanks so much for your honesty! I'm so glad I found your blog. Sometimes, when reading creative blogs, when money/sales don't get talked about much, it can feel as if one is alone in feeling disappointed by sales or negative customer reactions. Yes, we do this because we love it, but as you said in the last post, it IS work, and sometimes work isn't fun. Thanks for sharing your "war stories."

  6. so sorry dear. i have had sucky shows too. i think the worst part of it(for me)is heading into it with such happiness and enthusiasm and then to to be met with no response. ugh! well you know and i know your work is fabulous! by the way your blog is great too! xo

  7. Kailla2:50 PM

    The world is a fickle place and as they say "there is no accounting for taste". Thank you for sharing with such humor your very bad day. I feel lucky to have one of your green split pods to give my husband for Christmas. We will both enjoy it. Cheers and Happy New Year!