59 The Muse Art Gallery Gainesville, VirginiaRita still didn’t want to believe that what she had seen in that takeout container could be human. All she had told her daughter was that someone had left something disgusting to shock people.
“That’s kind of what artists do all the time,” Carly told her.
Rita realized how grown up her daughter had become. And tonight she certainly looked older and simply fantastic in a body-fitting shift dress with a chic belt and hipster ankle boots. Her long blond hair was smooth and silky. But it still made Rita uncomfortable watching men ogle her sixteen-year-old daughter.
Carly’s sculptures were gorgeous abstracts that even Rita could appreciate the delicate carvings and soft curves. She’d watched Carly start with a thick slab of what looked like gray m
