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.
