Once, at an opening, a man I didn’t know asked me if I lied a lot.
“No,” I said.
He prodded further.
“Not even little lies, the kind that don´t matter? ”
“No,” I retorted. “Why are you asking me this?”
What´s your problem is what I meant.
“Well,” he said, “it looks like you try really hard to make people happy.” I said nothing. “This canvas, for example, it´s upside down, isn´t it?”
“Yeah, it is. It looks better that way.”