An odd little thing I have noticed:
Whenever men buy artwork from me, they almost always have it delivered to what I am assuming is their workplace. I am a creepy person who looks up the addresses of people who buy stuff from me, but that’s not the point here. I don’t know what the point is, but that wasn’t it.
I’d like to think it’s because these are vagabond art lovers who have somehow managed to find a way to live in these buildings and use their facilities without anyone realising. Also, this building, as I imagine it, looks like the offices from Being John Malkovich.
