A Painting at the Gallery Looked Exactly Like My Daughter – But When I Met the Artist, I Couldn’t Believe My Eyes

never allowed her to come to my house.

Andrea nodded slowly and led us down a side hallway.

“Did Nova use a photo?” I asked.

“I can’t answer that,” Andrea said. “The students submit their own artist statements.”

“Then she can explain it herself.”

We stopped outside a small room where a teenage girl stood near a table of name tags, picking dried paint from continue reading …