Would It Kill You To Look?

If you look closely at the second photo below (click it twice and it wil fill your screen), you will see three women walking past my painting. What I cannot, for the life of me, understand is why not one of them even so much as glanced at the painting as they walked by. Was their conversation so engrossing that they were completely oblivious to their surroundings?

I mean, why on earth would you find yourself on West 22nd Street if you weren't there to visit an art gallery? The place is otherwise a wasteland. So if you are doing the gallery crawl with your friends, and you walk by a huge (Lilah S... is 6 feet high, five feet wide) painting of somebody's face, all blues and reds and ochres (if that's the plural of ochre), more or less in the middle of the street, wouldn't you cock at least one eye in its direction?

This is not to say that my feelings are hurt. Like it or don't--it's up to you. Stare at me like I'm some homeless guy--I don't care. This is what I do. But would it kill you to at least look? At the painting?