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"migration", mixed media, 170 x 290 diameter.

a driven mobile, the hight indicated does not include the motor unit.

one of our most spectacular birds, when they are wheeling in the sky you know that somer is here. swifts travel halfway around the world to reach us, then return to warmer climes for the winter. Humans migrate too, the centre of the mobile is cylinder with a map of the world on it depicting the major human migration routes.

hanging beneath the word is an upturned rubber dingy discharging its passengers into the sea, a failed migration

O Swift! If thou art master of the air
Who taught thee! Not the joy of flying
But of thy brood: their throttles' crying
Stung thee to skill whereof men yet despair!

Wilfred Owen