A woman gave me a new excuse as to why she couldn't buy my art. "I love your work, but we live in an open concept house. There just aren't any walls for art."
She had me there. I watch HGTV late at night. It appears everyone wants open-concept living. Parents say they want to be able to watch their children as they cook. The thrill of watching as walls are demolished 24/7 might be an addiction. I do love it when something nasty falls out of the wall.
When are these buyers going to realize they have been had. I suspect, as soon as their children become teenagers.
My house is of an old 1970's-concept. Apparently, if the trend continues, we will never be able to sell it. We couldn't tear down walls without losing a bathroom and a staircase. In fact, we added a french door to separate the living room from the family room. When my kids reached adolescence and seemed to be everywhere all at once, I craved solitude. A room of her own, a la Virginia Woolf.
I might come to regret the demise of Open-Concept. Building walls can't be as visceral an act as smashing walls. Unless of course, it is on a border.
