COLLECTION: PHOENIX by IRIS WOLFE
PHOENIX by IRIS WOLFE //
PHOENIX born and re-born
What a freedom, to fall, for it is in the rising that we become who we are
The PHOENIX series embodies the intuitive expressions of existential phenomenological progression of self-discovery and personal development - when falling in love.
The painting style influencing this series is inspired by the philosophical concepts in Korean calligraphy, Zen Buddhism and Taoist Tai-Chi. Each brush stroke represent a dynamic depth, a harmony of movement in motion, texture and a lively spirit. Each stroke is a mirror of Wolfe’s mind and spirit at that time, a balance between mind and heart - they represent her chi (energy).
Before creating each piece, Wolfe meditated, performed a tai chi pattern and centred herself. Each piece of art work has captured these practices within them, emphasising the importance of cultivating internal strength through stillness and simplicity, rather than through outward force.
POEM
PHOENIX excerpt from RIVER by Iris Wolfe
What does it mean to be made of fire?
To love and live so powerfully, that by a gaze alone,
the whole world could burn with broken hearts of lustful desire
Some days you burn bright, you burn loud
Flames rise high
Some days my flames are golden, other days red
What does it mean to be made of fire?
Of what I know, it’s something nice
Some days, it takes you to the stars, moves you into your dreams
You act as a beacon of hope, achieving the impossible
To the whole world, you will always be beautiful
What does it mean to be made of fire?
To be so lost, your nature alone, could burn another
Some days you need to bury your head in the sand
And silence the burning flames
Hope it doesn’t reach so far, to
Touch the innocence of those who suffer
What does it mean to be made of fire?
It means I was born, to stand alone
I can run through flames, and bring the Earth to a halt
It means I repel those I love, faster than I can blink
I attract the best in you, I love you
Love me, my warm, flickering embers glow
You rest beneath tall forest trees and stare for hours
Temptation, a dangerous seduction
A touch, maybe one touch
But the closer you get, the more you burn
That’s what fire does, it burns
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