Most open studios are notable for nothing really happening. You sit there waiting for people to come into your studio, eat all your nibbles and guzzle the free drink, and then leave after a cursory glance at your work. Usually, the worst thing that happens is that you get stuck in a boring conversation with a dull person,
But there was one time a few years ago when I got into one of these conversations, and quite quickly the person I was talking to started to make homophobic remarks about another artist in the building. After a few minutes, I decided I'd had enough and asked him to leave. He seemed genuinely surprised that I had any objection to what he was saying, which in retrospect makes me even angrier if he thought he had a sympathetic ear.
He asked me why, and I told him I didn't like people talking that way, and I said: "This conversation ended 30 seconds ago." So he left.
So, nothing dramatic like Jackson Pollock getting drunk in a fancy New York apartment and pissing in the hostess' fireplace. But a nasty little moment that I'm glad to say has never since been repeated.*
*Although, actually, the same guy went into another artist's studio in the same building, and got thrown out after he started making comments about the artist's wife's breasts.