“Ana Vidigal’s art has the liver of a child, and children are, by nature, shameless. I say liver because there is both a sense of exuberance and a fury, a tenderness entirely that of a learner, but also already a maturity and its ruin. The child does not accept the ruin that others create, but creates ruin. No one is a child without listening closely to the world, seeking to overcome it, even twisting the neck of the doll, the bird, beauty, and the word. This is what the artist does: she twists the necks of dolls, birds, beauty, and words. She twists the necks of forms, and the formless gains power, or at least legitimacy.”
— Valter Hugo Mãe