As late as midnight, people strolling down Lyndale Avenue in Minneapolis, MN might notice an unlikely storefront. No mannequins or quirky merchandise: a window full of yellow light illuminating a vast canvas, the glimmering eyes of a woman and a painter at work rendering her. Initially, this might have been a surprise to community members. They stopped to watch, curious. The more outgoing ones knocked on the window pane to see what this was all about. Fellow painters revealed themselves, inquiring about technique, materials, concept. Nearly everyone paused, if just for a moment, to watch Dora Mina come to life. Read the full article...