of the light, children of the night.

Bitumen, ash, stone dust, mordant, ink, acrylic, shellac and chalk on canvas
 100x100

 We, our six siblings, come from
 From a miraculous pair,
 The mother was eternally serious and gloomy,
 The father is always happy.

 From both we inherited virtue,
 From her the gentleness, from him the radiance;
 Thus we turn in eternal youth
 They circle you in a circle.

 We prefer to avoid the black caves.
 And we love the cheerful day,
 We are the ones who give life to the world.
 With the magic stroke of our lives.

 We are the joyful messengers of spring.
 And lead his merry procession,
 Therefore we flee the house of the dead,
 For there must be life all around us.

 No happy person can do without us,
 We are there where people are happy,
 And if the emperor allows himself to be worshipped,
 We lend him the glory.

 The six siblings, the friendly beings,
 The one with the father's fiery force
 To wed the mother's gentle sense,
 To fill the whole world with joy,
 Those who gladly serve joy and splendor
 And not to appear in the house of complaints –
 They are the colors, children of light and of night.

 Friedrich Schiller, 1804