I go through nooks and crannies at home, open drawers or cupboards, stop and touch small objects, losing myselg in memories of what each...

Woman, I am. Timeless reflection From a single being, In the transversality of this essence Poem: Ana Santos Tile: Lídia Amarante

On this balcony Facing the sea, The wind chills the senses. And in the cry of the seagulls I see the storm of an embrace In the emotions...

In seduction, The caress of the linen fabric Wrap your white skin. Hair in the wind In the reflection of beauty, From a marigold, Vibrate...

you and me... we miss of the time that does not pass, we are remembrance in this eternal look of a love that never ends. Poem: Ana Santos...

Village, Warmth of affection, while walking the paths Flanked by experiences That time does not erase Poem: Ana Santos Tile: Lídia Amarante

See the brightness of your smile In the expression of my gaze; In this sharing with you From our time to love Poem: Ana Santos tile:...

Alexandro Farto AKA Vhils or the Graffitti da margem sul, as I and many of us know him Others will certainly question themselves with...

On one of my several walks in Ribatejo, I stopped once again to admire, the Guerreiro Templário, one of the works of João Cutileiro, ...

In this very unusual year, I lived immersed in reflections and divided between moments of joy and longing, seeing myself “deprived” of...

With a life full of chance, I set out on my way to Carvalhal, Abrantes. Without prey, and wanting to admire the beautiful country...

The consumer society that we live in, begins to show tiredness of the environment with an increasing scarcity of natural resources and an...

Tiling is undoubtedly a passion that I have with almost five decades of existence. As a child, I stopped in front of the countless panels...

It is impossible to think of tiling art without thinking of the story behind each trait that gave rise to it or the purpose for which it...

Every people is the result of the feelings, actions, and reactions that develop throughout its existence and that is often expressed by...

The family is the color that fills your being. Through the brush gives expression to his feelings and with the brush or verbalization...