When I was nine years old I lay daydreaming on soft moss beneath this ancient tree, looking up at the twist and turns of the branches, the green of the leaves, the blue of the sky, and the rays of the sun, all melding together. This vision inspired me to paint. My mother gave me a set of brushes and paints and I have been making art ever since. Becoming a painter happened naturally, as I grew up in a family of artists and art lovers.

I make art to tell stories.

Manuela, “La Colorada”