My workspace is at home, in my apartment in the Mission. I have a table that sits in a bay window that juts out onto the sidewalk. I sit here in this window all the time ... sewing, drawing, on my computer. People on my street know me by the 'seamstress' that works in the window.
Sometimes, when people walk by, they pretend they don't see me. By the look on their faces, it seems like they think they are peeping in on someone. It's not like I'm standing in the window dancing naked or anything. They look at me, then quick look away, then look back, then quick look away. Sometimes, I stare at them the whole time, watching, smiling, waiting for them to notice that I'm looking right at them. They usually do. We smile together, in acknowledgment.