It’s a little odd to be asked to celebrate your own birthday. Odder still, when it’s not quite yours to celebrate. This year marks 50 since the Goldmark Gallery, in one form or another, has been trading. And although I have known the gallery all my living memory, I’m not sure I was even two years old when I first met its founder and my stepfather, Mike Goldmark. I am told we sized each other up and decided we would get along fine. He has been a best friend, teacher, and confidant ever since – and for the last eight years, my employer.