Pigeons, sometimes confused and disoriented, do not agree; They fly in all directions, collide against all the crystals, up, down,... Read More
Pigeons, sometimes confused and disoriented, do not agree; They fly in all directions, collide against all the crystals, up, down, right and left, they struggle. They’ve been in captivity so long that they’ve forgotten how to fly free. Perhaps if one of them sits at your window today, you can remind her that peace is a state of consciousness, beyond the division of ego and Self, where we are all one.
Recycled materials: Christmas light cocoons and plastic soldiers from 1960, from Hong Kong.
