My name is Ana Melo and I am a visual artist. I am from Lisbon but live in London. I have worked as a therapist for many years and for me art and therapy are extremely intricate practices. It was my work as a therapist that pushed me to start making art and, in turn, the process of making art still functions as my own therapy.
The unconscious, the intangible, the unseen and unsaid have always fascinated me ! They are at the core of my practice as much as the more sensorial and shallow layers of life. I love and need both in equal measure. In this way my work is reminiscent of surrealism but with a pinch of salt and some humour. Well, at least that’s what I hope! I aim to combine these two sides and that my art can entertain as much as evoke deep feelings and emotion, promoting a sense of togetherness. I hope to make people feel more connected; to themselves first, and as a result to others. To help fight feelings of loneliness and shame are at the core of what I do.
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I do love the mudane and ordinary in life, the simple pleasures: street markets, spontaneous parties, the smell of coffee, dog noses, shop windows, conversations with strangers, lost and found objects in the parks and empty streets on a sunday morning.
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The unconscious, the intangible, the unseen and unsaid have always fascinated me ! They are at the core of my practice as much as the more sensorial and shallow layers of life. I love and need both in equal measure. In this way my work is reminiscent of surrealism but with a pinch of salt and some humour. Well, at least that’s what I hope! I aim to combine these two sides and that my art can entertain as much as evoke deep feelings and emotion, promoting a sense of togetherness. I hope to make people feel more connected; to themselves first, and as a result to others. To help fight feelings of loneliness and shame are at the core of what I do.
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I do love the mudane and ordinary in life, the simple pleasures: street markets, spontaneous parties, the smell of coffee, dog noses, shop windows, conversations with strangers, lost and found objects in the parks and empty streets on a sunday morning.
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