Cats Don’t Dance was an animated film loaded with one of the best villainesses of all time: Darla Dimple. The rest of the movie was a complex metaphor for discrimination and the need for organized labor in Hollywood (IIRC), which probably went over the heads of most of its audience, adults included.
This underscores a problem many artistic endeavors face: the audience rarely cares about the world behind the production.
Who wants to read a comic about being a cartoonist except for other cartoonists? A movie about making a film except for cinemaphiles? A cartoon about the animation process?
Worse yet, because these are often masterfully told stories (just look at the animation above) and are reviewed by peer creators and appreciators, they get great reviews but never attain satisfactory returns with the general public.
Face it, your job just isn’t that interesting to the majority of the human race. You can either tell stories that will interest a larger spectrum of viewers, or you can take the challenge to make what you do interesting to them. Word of warning, even the best storytellers fail at this because we’re all so caught up with and in love with our craft that we fail to see those aspects that would spark interest in others.
I used to make these in the forest when I was a youth. I didn’t have a camera back then. I would excavate the roots around trees and use my skills from dollhouse-making and miniatures to fill them with treasures that told a story. Then I’d watch the moss and the weather creep in and authenticate it. The tiny utensils and accessories would be carried off one by one… most likely by mice ;)