Frankie McAllister - The Birdsong Sounds the Same

Earth, rock, water, soil. Fundamentals that are 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 – the material reality doesn’t change. The air still flows across borders, the wind whips around fences and through the trees, and the birdsong sounds the same.