The setting is a pop-up market.
Some stalls are busier than others.
When I walk past the stall with no visitors I try to determine the offering from afar because I feel the vulnerability and desperate desire for visitors emanating off the artist behind the table.
I quickly glance up to see they are trying to engage me in eye contact with a big smile.
But I look away because odds are I probably don’t want what they’re selling.
I feel bad for them though.
It feels like I’m rejecting them personally rather than just browsing through Tesco.
Thomas Duggan 