Some months back, I stumbled upon a black & white drawing: It was huge, the strokes thundered-then whispered, felt more like heart-strokes than watercolors, they exuded passion & delicacy, fire yet exquisite softness, and a simplicity that says more with a few strokes than I'd often say in a painting... I thought, my god what a heart & eye! Fire, I thought, this is fire...that was my intro to Ana. Ana--aka, anaber (gallery here)--is just plain dear to those of us who know her. She does provocative Bryce & Vue work, wonderful photography (where birds, trees--anything--take over the shot like a movement from a Beethoven symphony); but above all she paints & draws: With lines & strokes made of lightning & soul, she sears into her works with whatever media suits her, to make them sing, whisper, shout & caress as if they burned from her solar plexus. Ana: I reworked this diptych all kinds of times because I wanted to capture qualities in you. You comment from the bottom of your heart, you care for us like we were your family, and you're dear to us, you're really dear, to all of us who know & love you. I learn from your art each time I visit; but above all I learn from your heart. Você está cheio com o espírito dos anjos, you are filled with the spirit of angels; and your friendship--like your art--is precious to all. Thank you--obrigada, alma maravilhosa--for being such a wonderful soul...