In the first artist’s book of the painter Anna Schachinger, the beings she depicts share the experience of various adventures: they carry themselves through a pack of wild dogs; they have legs that are also hippopotamuses, and knees like watermelons. Schachinger’s drawings sometimes condense into busy scenes and picture puzzles or evaporate into mere contours, with a creeping, fragmented narrative in which bodies dissolve and merge. This gives rise here to a queer body language of mutual affinity. In the accompanying short story “Air Rooted Creatures” by the author Margit Mössmer, the pack of wild dogs and other motifs from Schachinger’s drawings reappear. We discover ourselves to be in a hotel, an elderly woman sits down at a breakfast table, and things are already underway.weiterlesen