You do realize that you work for a glass gallery that is a marketing tool for a glass company? (Seriously, is there a Gamblin paint only gallery?) Yet you still act as self important as if you are curating the next Whitney Biennial. Not only that, the last time I checked most curators don’t exhibit their own work. Oh, and by chance your flaky artist girlfriend also has a solo show despite the fact that the only glass she’s done is crappy castings of mushrooms. But go ahead, pat yourself on the back and congratulate yourself on your genius.
Dear pretentious gallery curator
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