One day I went to the flea market with Gary and brought some of my pottery. Flea markets are big in Florida especially in winter. I sold several bowls, some magnets, and most of my pendants. People especially like my leaf pendants. I sold the wall tile above, a horse of different color. Gary said when he's selling my wall tiles he explains the color is fired on but he said lots of people argue with him saying they are painted. Perhaps folks think it is paint because it doesn't have a shiny surface. I'm not sure how to address this issue. Perhaps a certificate of authenticity explaining the process of how I make them. What do you think?
One woman from Canada asked if I could make more pendants for her. She wanted to incorporate them into her jewelry. I'm not sure I want to do that, since she wants the hole really close to the top of the leaf. If the hole is too close to the top there's a potential for loss with a possible crack developing there.
Most of the vendors at the market are retirement age, on disability, or families selling personal belongings. Some vendors remark they don't make enough money to cover the cost of their booth. But I noticed these same vendors don't acknowledge people looking at their items. Other vendors are too busy talking to other vendors and ignoring potential customers. Some vendors have prices which are too high.
Lots of people remarked they were happy to see hand made local items at the market and not imported goods, but those folks just looked and didn't buy. One man picked up a vase I made with a scallop shell on the front and said it was a beautiful piece of pottery, but he didn't buy it. Sometimes I miss opportunities to say something. I could have said I thought he should add it to his collection. I brought a wide price range of items so almost anyone could afford to buy something. However, many people go the market just to take a walk and aren't really shopping for anything. Lots of folks meet other folks there and walk up and down the aisles for exercise. The folks with their little foo foo dogs in baby strollers almost never buy anything.
At the end of the day a big wind came up and blew over my puffer fish wall tile which was on an easel and it landed on a woven porcelain tray. The tray broke in lots of pieces and the top of the fish tile was chipped. I might be able to patch the fish tile by grinding it and then putting some acrylic paint on the chip, but it would be chipped and fixed. It was a bitter pill to swallow. This post is part of show and tell Saturday Artists in Blogland. Thanks for reading and for all your comments.