Sales have been real slow.  There is nothing I can do about it, except to keep working.
     People either have money to buy art, or they don't.

     I've been trying to be nice to people recently.  I actually get more sales when I'm more of a dick, though.  When I'm too nice, they look at my art, tell me their therapy problems, and leave.  I'm not a charity.

     Also, some people don't deserve to own my art.

     In addition, some people want a guided tour of my art, and for me to hold their hand through it all.  But if they don't tell me that's what they want, and they don't ask any questions, how am I supposed to know?  I'm not a mind-reader.

     All I know is that if somebody wants to buy something, and is serious, I can tell within two minutes.  No mussing or fussing about.  They pick something and buy it.

     

    

      These two napkin arts sold.

      This napkin art sold, too.

      This woman was part of the scenery.

     A new recent product are the 'half-sheets'.  My brother and I call them 'halflings'.  Anyway, these three sold for $10 each.  That's $30, enough for six beers in a bar.

     I did have one of these old, nosy, North Beach women types ask me if I was doing well with my art.  People like that never buy anything, they just ask annoying questions, and I don't feel obliged to answer them.

     When it all boils down, all these hippie-types are all about the money, too, because they want to spend it on pot, and to pay people so they can sleep on their friend's couch.

     Well, I sold two napkin arts for ten dollars last night.
     I was under the impression that this young lady was going to buy four of them for $20, but it was not to be.
     Meanwhile, I had to suffer with this young lady and her friend perusing my napkin art stacks for about an hour, just to make their choices.
     I am glad I entertained them, but I wish I had been better compensated.
     English was not their first tongue, so I guess my writing was somewhat amusing to them, not being used to seeing actual writing in so-called 'American English'.  Everyone is used to text on portable devices now.

     Then there was this guy I had to deal with later.  The bartender had told a customer that I was from Salt Lake City which is not exactly true, but anyway, there I was with this guy who had spent some time in Provo, which is about three doors away from Hell.  Anyway, the conversation didn't go exactly well, as the gentleman to me seemed to have quite the cocaine history, and his words were on automatic pilot, which was disdainfully unpleasant for me.

     Following, today I was late to the cafe. Several people glanced at my artwork, but only in passing.
     One girl actually stopped to look, and I addressed her with, "Do you have any questions?"
     "No, I'm just admiring," she stated sheepishly, though it was more like a mouse.
     That translates to me as, "No, I don't have any money at all, sir, and if I did, I wouldn't spend it on art, and certainly not yours."

     In addition, I get people asking me for discounts on art that is already discounted.  I feel more embarrassed for them than I do for me.  $5 is not a lot to ask for an original piece of art, especially for work that has taken hours to create. 

     There isn't much point in writing right now.  I didn't sell anything last night, nor did I sell anything in the cafe today.
     I never sell in the cafe, but I continue to go there anyway, and do my work.  They make good coffee there.
     Most of the people either completely ignore what I am doing, or walk by really fast while looking at my art.  It seems beneath them to stop and look.
     Some annoying woman thought I was homeless today.  When asked what I was doing, I said that the napkin arts sold for $5 a piece, and that I use the money to buy alcohol.  I told her I was completely serious, so she asked me, "Don't you want to use the money to get a home?"
     "I have a home.  I need a beer."
     Talk about judging a book by its' cover.
     She didn't buy anything anyhow, so she was completely useless, just like many others in the cafe, from my perspective.

     Here is my last sale from Tuesday night.  I scored $10 for it...

     'The Wheel of Misfortune' seems to be a running theme in my life.

     Anyway, I will go out to the bar again tonight, and try to sell.  It is not an easy job.  It is hard enough to make the stuff, but to sell it also is a challenge.