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McAllister
The Birdsong Sounds The Same
Earth, rock, water. Fundamentals, real and corporeal, unchanged by a superficial stamp superimposed to delineate this or that ownership. Artificial changes, this colour or that type, this country or that – it doesn’t change the fundamentals. The air flows across the divide, the wind blows around the fences and through the trees, and the birdsong sounds the same. A handfinished 38 pp monograph of these images is available.

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