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.