The biggest downside of the new art building are that the giant windows turn it into a fishbowl. There is a big prairie home companion thing going on this weekend and apparently the concert just ended. So, a bund of old white people (primary demographic of the events) have been wandering by, stopping, and staring in, sometimes with their faces pressed up against the glass. I feel like an exotic animal or something- like “look! An artist in its natural habitat!” I get that they are curious about the new space but it is a strange interaction, especially when I turn around to three old ladies peering at me through the door and an old guy staring at me through the window. He turned around before I could get a picture of him staring.