If I didn’t know Inês Fonseca Santos and Ana Ventura I would say that someone invented a pseudonym so that it wasn’t too conspicuous that they are both authors of such an organic book.(…) Ana embroiders myths, prints on fabrics and draws with needles. If she also had talent for genetics she would mix plants with animals, in not being able to she applies a finely detailed art where the rays can become branches, stalks become the streets of a map, stains on the wall become abundant hair. This alchemy of transfigurations, which makes the bodies into threads with which to knit liveable places, approaching her to poetry’s gaze, the one in which you see a whale in a crumbling wall.

João Paulo Coutrim