Among Ana Adam’s (b. 1964) favorite techniques are drawing (pencil, ink, pigments, textile fibers, with or upon paper or soap), and photography, immortalizing the almost-unseen, the energy, the wake of actions. I am character and creator is a concentrated expression of the way in which Ana Adam find herself in art, shamanism, new unifying theories in physics, transpersonal psychology, or mysticism. She practices art like a daily alchemy, similar to nameless creations by children and women.
Selected exhibitions: Xilogravura matrice stilistică X [X Stylistic Matrix Xylography], Calpe Gallery, Timișoara (2016); Retracings, Monostori Erod, Komarom / Budapest Gallery / Criș County Museum (2014); IV Stylistic Matrix Xylography, Transformadora Gallery, Durango (2010); Fibre, pigmenți [Fibers, pigments], French Cultural Center, Timișoara (2010, solo); Artă pe genunchi [Art on knees], 28 Gallery, Timișoara (2007, solo); Memorial Tapestry, traveling exhibition: USA / Italy / Poland (2003); Iarăși desene? [Drawings again?], Banat Country Museum, Art department, Timișoara (2002, solo); Ivitation, Kunsthaus, Essen (2001); Expoziție de desen [Drawing exhibition], Sindan Cultural Center, Cluj-Napoca, Romania (2000, solo); 1000 de lovituri în turtă dulce [1000 strokes in gingerbread], 28 Gallery, Timișoara (1994, with Sorin Vreme). She has participated in multiple international engraving Biennials and Triennials in Timișoara (2003), Miskolc (1997), Rio de Janeiro (1998), Krakow (1997, 1994) and Nürnberg (1994).
Ana Adam is an artist from Timișoara who is probably one of the most universal in the spirit of her approach. Among other things, she is remarkable in the art of drawing, with obvious gifts and a subtle, refined talent. Eros is omnipresent in Ana’s work, usually lunar and eccentric, meant to be predicted and decoded for the eye that looks at her drawings. The issues are both explicit and implicit: some are experiential and some are fantasized, some resemble diary excerpts and some contain innuendo. One is eagerly looking forward to the eluding description of what is, or could be, an intercourse in the flesh. It is also a slice of a couple’s the life, echoing the whispers, and a tender eroticism that is sometimes acrobatic and often surreal. It reflects a boomerang sensuality that comes through the eye and, above all, through the line, fine as a hair and convoluted as a meandering path—all the Eros in a woman’s life.