“I’ve been writing a few poems about a swan that died of avian flu. I’ve also been writing poems in conversation with many artists for several years now, of which one of those artists is Hilma af Klint. This poem is in correspondence with her series, The Swan, a group of twenty-four oil on canvases made between 1914 and 1915. This poem is specifically in conversation with No. 3, where the swans are entangled and embrace. At this point in the series, af Klint’s work is still representational. I found [that] engaging with af Klint’s work allowed me an interesting place to explore whatever it is I was feeling at the time related to love, death, transformation, and all the big philosophical topics.”
—Victoria Chang