Burned and laser cut paper, wax, entomological pins, acrylic paint
16 feet x 15 feet x 3 inches
At the end of my street stands an old bookbinding factory with an enormous abandoned chimney. Each night, at dusk, thousands of chimney swifts gather near the factory to engage in a swirling whirlpool of motion before diving head first into the chimney for a good night’s sleep. This installation depicts the spiraling motion of the birds as they prepare for their dive. I have always been mesmerized by their ability to plunge one at a time into the chimney at top speed without ever crashing into one another. The painted wall represents what I imagine is a kind of wind tunnel that results from the many bodies careening through space.