In sculpture, that is. Another set of pictures that has been sitting in the Difference Engine for far too long and yearned to be free.
Mr. Denver Hax, at the intriguingly-named Parody Plaza in South End, had arranged an exhibit of sculpted ladies.
Some were fairly abstract, while others were quite lifelike. I asked these ladies directions and I thought they chose not to answer, until I realized they were not alive. On the bright side, the dog did not sniff my ankles as though I were a particularly interesting tree.