Artist: Ruby Swinney
Medium: Oil on Tracing Paper
No one moulds is again out of 🌍 and clay, no one conjures our dust.
Praise be your name, no one.
For your sake we shall 🌸 .
A nothing we were, are, shall remain, flowering:
the nothing-, the no one’s 🌹.
With our pistil soul-bright,
with our stamen heaven-ravaged, our corolla red with the crimson word which we sang over, O over the thorn.
- Paul Celan, “Psalm” trans. Michael Hamburger