Anna Schill - 003

Oil on canvas 80x60cm
2020

“When my homeland crumbles to ashes,
but it is still light and beautiful outside,
the bird's wings
will spread over me,
like a blue skirt
and his voice will sound,
sounds like the mother's.

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

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

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