There are three kinds of people who belong at my booth, friends and family (xoxo) , art buyers ($$ yum yum) and fellow artists (Let's talk shop!)
There are three kinds who do not: prosletizers, politicians, and, um, shall we call them lonely fellows. All I have to say to them is, this is an art market. The singles bar is down the street, way way down the street, like off the edge of the earth somewhere. Bye.