Get Back to Where You Belong
What do you call a pompous elitist with a clipboard and the social skills of a juvenile deer in the headlights who for some as yet to be explained reason feels he is minimally qualified to judge an art show when in fact he is not fit to touch the discarded zip ties of any artist in this show or any other?
Answer: Who cares?
But here’s some advice- if you ever enter a genuine artist’s booth credentialed as a judge and you know damn well who the artist is, although you have never
actually met- act like you have a pair and introduce yourself rather than talk with your little co-judge about where you are going to have dinner.
Otherwise stay the hell out of my booth and away from my work and my customers.
Get back to where you belong.