My fascination with Schilie gradually grows into a life-long existential journey. I always wanted to draw a mermaid, but not a pretty doll, but on the contrary, to catch that moment when she risked her life for love, giving the witch the most beautiful thing she had – her voice, painfully experiencing the moment of transformation, the moment when the fishtail turned into legs, and the one became two. The transformation of a girl into a young woman, the loss of childhood, innocence, the exit from the paradise, where everything was pristine until the moment of push and release into the adult world of dualism.
And as a result of reckoning – suffering, splitting, pain and loss of childish naivety. The drama of growing up and entering the world where she is destined to perish without knowing the prince’s love.
The father in despair observes this reformation, unable to help, because his will and guardianship are already in the past… .