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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 hand-finished 38 pp monograph of these images is available. An extract from this series is currently on display at The Observatory gallery, Bloomsbury. Prints are available for sale directly form their website.

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