That whenever somebody I meet or talk to who has no interest in art or who is art-illiterate, will ALWAYS say to me, when finding out that I am an artist, "Hey you know what you oughta do? Go work at Six Flags or some amusement park and do those funny caricatures! You could get some big bucks working there! Naw, I'm serious! You should!"
No lie. Every. Single. Time. People.
I guess that's the only connection that type of person will ever have in regards to art: those stinkin' big-headed caricatures and those airbrushed t-shirts of the sunset on a beach with you and your sweetie's name in script. That's what we artists are resorted to, guys. That's what the outside world sees of us. We are here to forever draw big heads. And sunsets.