I’m not very comfortable with open studios. I don’t like the tidying, the emphasis on selling, the feigning of interest, the necessary repetition of spiel. It makes me feel like a phony, and then I sort of start to act like one, and then I worry people can tell.
Instead of cobbling together something that resembled finished work, I emptied the studio and made a perspective painting of how it would be.
If you ventured past this you would find me working in a makeshift tent made from upturned furniture, string and bed sheets. It did work a bit in that nobody wanted to talk to me.