I'm not going to hit the breaks, turn the car around, stop and walk into your house or garage, look at your stuff and feel obliged, since you're standing right there, to buy something. Who does that? Maybe the odd extreme extrovert or somebody imagining they'll find some treasure.
There are 3 possible explanations for this situation that I can see.
1. You're some six figure yuppy selling tole painted wooden racks with hearts cut in to them so you can write house expenses off on your taxes. You can fuck off.
2. You have a digital camera, took some nice pictures (like everybody else who has a digital camera - which is everybody) and now fancy yourself a photographer. Get yourself a reality check.
3. You're a decent artist trying to make a living but you're so right brained that you can't figure out a better way to sell. Figure out a better way to sell.
Finally, if you're producing folk art and you're not an off season fisherman or a hillbilly (and I mean that quite affectionately) , you are just talent-free douche trying to rip off tourists. You too can fuck off. —Sunday Driver