Phoenix – Anna Schill

Oil on canvas 80x60cm
2020

“If my home falls to ashes,
but it's still light and beautiful outside,
the bird's wings
will spread over me,
like a blue skirt
and his voice will sound,
like your mother's sounds.

But he shows no mercy,
he rages with hatred.
Through his eyes
he is looking for the survivors,
in each of their feathers he is whole;
he will dance with me around the fire!

But I am mute
and calmer than silence.
So I'm already between worlds
– the spirit
and the ancestors.

My head is empty
and without any new question,
just like my heart beats now
in new strokes"