Ukare tsubame is an old song about a swiftlet, I heard when searching for old washi paper at a flea market. Since then the lyrics are stuck in my head. The figure therefor is made of the buddhistic lotus sutras from Meiji era, I found at the day. The wooden grid above is an old door from my house in Onishi/ Gunma and over 90 years old.
Floating with no wings the body is bound to the sky by long cords made from an old haiku book. Circling around the longing of beloved humans and nature, those haikus were written originally by a group of five people. Learning about these beautiful lyrics I wanted to reuse them for a poetic journey through time.