she is night-blooming, shade-flourishing. like a false memory, her illusory remains are kept in yellowed-by-the-time containers. rectangularly irrelevant. i repeat: she blossoms at night. only then. and she grows her petals in all types of shapes, but restricted colors. one cannot be free in all of the self dimensions, she writes obsessively in an attempt to convince her world. i should add: she was moon, never sun. she repeats: i flourish in (your) shades, in your shapes.
she is night-blooming, shade-flourishing. like a false memory, her illusory remains are kept in yellowed-by-the-time containers. rectangularly irrelevant. i repeat: she blossoms at night. only then. and she grows her petals in all types of shapes, but restricted colors. one cannot be free in all of the self dimensions, she writes obsessively in an attempt to convince her world. i should add: she was moon, never sun. she repeats: i flourish in (your) shades, in your shapes.
she is night-blooming, shade-flourishing. like a false memory, her illusory remains are kept in yellowed-by-the-time containers. rectangularly irrelevant. i repeat: she blossoms at night. only then. and she grows her petals in all types of shapes, but restricted colors. one cannot be free in all of the self dimensions, she writes obsessively in an attempt to convince her world. i should add: she was moon, never sun. she repeats: i flourish in (your) shades, in your shapes.
she is night-blooming, shade-flourishing. like a false memory, her illusory remains are kept in yellowed-by-the-time containers. rectangularly irrelevant. i repeat: she blossoms at night. only then. and she grows her petals in all types of shapes, but restricted colors. one cannot be free in all of the self dimensions, she writes obsessively in an attempt to convince her world. i should add: she was moon, never sun. she repeats: i flourish in (your) shades, in your shapes.
collage is the exploitation of the chance meeting of two distant realities on an unfamiliar plane ... and the spark of poetry that leaps across the gap as the two realities converge. max ernst, 1962
ana francisca is a self-taught collage artist residing in the bronx, new york.
in her free time, she is a cognitive neuroscientist.
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her thoughts rest on the point of her fingers.
she cuts to remove veils, she glues to re-arrange her worlds.
she writes to heal.
collage is the exploitation of the chance meeting of two distant realities on an unfamiliar plane ... and the spark of poetry that leaps across the gap as the two realities converge. max ernst, 1962
ana francisca is a self-taught collage artist residing in the bronx, new york.
in her free time, she is a cognitive neuroscientist.
~
her thoughts rest on the point of her fingers.
she cuts to remove veils, she glues to re-arrange her worlds.
she writes to heal.
collage is the exploitation of the chance meeting of two distant realities on an unfamiliar plane ... and the spark of poetry that leaps across the gap as the two realities converge.
max ernst, 1962
collage is the exploitation of the chance meeting of two distant realities on an unfamiliar plane ... and the spark of poetry that leaps across the gap as the two realities converge.
max ernst, 1962
ana francisco is a portuguese photographer based in new york city. in her documentary work, she utilizes analog and digital photography to document the lives and thoughts of those living with physical and mental health conditions. through their stories, she aims to increase identification and reduce stigma. to discuss concepts within the mental health-illness continuum, ana additionally uses constructed images.
as a freelance photographer, ana accepts different types of assignments: events, portraits, etc.
grants
New York City Artist Corps Grant
2021
exhibitions
what we wish someone had told us
Bronx Documentary Center, New York
2021
wounds. seed-bearing organisms.
Poe Park Visitor Center, New York
2021