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.

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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

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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. 

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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

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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

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Bronx Documentary Center: The Human Cost, America's Drug Plague 
opening reception
Bronx | June 2021

a spring picnic
Manhattan | June 2021

Bronx Documentary Center: Sheila & Joe screening 
Bronx | June 2021

Bronx Documentary Center: Community Street Fair 
Bronx | July 2021

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