It wasn't lost on her that she had walked for several years to a dead end in her neighborhood most days of the week. Inexplicably drawn...

If she cried at her baptism, it would have been as water dripped onto her head, comingling with her tears. Under the murmuring Latin of a...

' I feel like nature is watching us,' she says. Tall pines in her painting tower over a human form, and over us outside the window. Today...

'It started with a bonsai tree,' he tells me, pointing to a picture of the painting steps away from his easel. Today I had the honor of...

I have followed Ignacio's work (@ignaciomichaud) from the first moment I saw it at a show in Virginia Highlands a few years back, and was...