The Phoenix.
Here it is not even about fire — the fire has already passed.
This is the moment after the ashes, when the body still remembers the pain,
but rises — quietly, almost timidly, as if it cannot quite believe it is possible.
The figure is slender, almost transparent.
It does not triumph. It returns from nothingness — and this fragility is its true strength.
The wings — spread, yet unfinished, as if still growing.
Nothing in them shouts, “I have risen.”
Rather, they whisper:
“I am still here…
And for now, that is enough.”
The face — featureless.
For who are you after you have burned to the foundations?
Who remains when you return from the deepest place?
Not the name. Not the past.
Only the movement upwards remains.
This is not triumph.
It is the silent miracle of survival.
As if the artist said:
“It does not matter how many times you have fallen.
What matters is that somehow… nevertheless… you rose.”
The Phoenix here is female —
and that makes it even more real.
For a woman is always born from ashes,
but never forgets the fire.
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The Phoenix.
Here it is not even about fire — the fire has already passed.
This is the moment after the ashes, when the body still remembers the pain, but rises — quietly, almost timidly, as if it cannot quite believe it is possible.
The figure is slender, almost transparent.
It does not triumph. It returns from nothingness — and this fragility is its true strength.
The wings — spread, yet unfinished, as if still growing.
Nothing in them shouts, “I have risen.”
Rather, they whisper: “I am still here… And for now, that is enough.”
The face — featureless.
For who are you after you have burned to the foundations?
Who remains when you return from the deepest place?
Not the name. Not the past.
Only the movement upwards remains.
This is not triumph.
It is the silent miracle of survival.
As if the artist said: “It does not matter how many times you have fallen. What matters is that somehow… nevertheless… you rose.”
The Phoenix here is female — and that makes it even more real.
For a woman is always born from ashes, but never forgets the fire.
Lia