• Living In A Poem

    Soure, Portugal

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Photography: Carlos Cezanne 
08 / 12 / 2022
Ana has nature engrained in her life and happiness emblazoned on her face. In a house composed of dreams and curiosities, she has made beauty ring out in unison. Poetry is also written without words.  
I ask her if she has ever been afraid of excess, that some piece might never find its proper place. “No, never”, Ana tells us, unwaveringly. This is the way it has been with all the projects she developed throughout her life and this is also how, sensitively yet assertively, she guides us around the house she fell in love with at the height of the Covid-19 pandemic. “The happiest memory of this house? It was when I discovered it and I realised what it could become. When our friends arrive, they are surprised and say it feels like we’ve been living here for our entire lives.”

It’s easy to understand why. Where previously there was nothing, Ana has blazed a trail full of soul, small treasures, personal objects and furniture salvaged from various markets and places around the world. From an early age, she learnt to decipher beauty and says she is incapable of ranking any of these affections. “I am passionate about pots, benches, cages and bowls. I like to give them a different life, to complete them. That’s when the emotional narrative emerges: not only in the three bedrooms, but also in the living room, the latter “very comfortable on colder days because of the wood stove”, but also in the kitchen and bathrooms, areas that are generally “underrated” and which have now been revitalised thanks to the various “lamps, silverware or small paintings” she likes to adorn them with. 
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And not even outdoors did Ana refrain from adding her personal touch, creating a small porch around a stone table (under a “starry” sky with the muzzles she collects) and also the fabulous chill out, “a magical place” where time trickles through our hands, unhurriedly and undisturbed. “The only traffic around are the goats and the sheep,” she comments with a smile, also pointing out the small vegetable garden and the herb garden that seasons their days described as “always happy and full.”  
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