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Do I go rolling
without wheels, flying without wings or feathers?
The breath of the bird lady appears in the space and we find our self in
the air, in the middle of courageous circling pigeon flocks.
The eye is taken by a whirl pull of flittering wings and exhilarating
freedom. In the round of the balloon the birds fly higher and higher
towards the end of the sky.
On one rooftop we hear the chant of the bird lady who wants to be able
to fly like the birds. From another roof we hear the noise of military
aircrafts. This sound comes from the pigeon owners who send their pigeons
as soldiers in the sky.
Katja Loher creates a poetic metaphor about power, dependence
and freedom, which takes place on New York's rooftops in front of a breath
taking evening sky.
Pigeon flying is an age-old activity. Italian immigrants brought it to
New York in the 1860s and for close to 150 years it has been passed from
rooftop to rooftop, evolving itself into a sort of game played from established
territories, the pigeon coop, and directed via the "generals", the men
or boys who keeps the pigeons. The Brooklyn Pigeon Wars, as they call
it, is an aerial social casino. To play, a coop owner releases his pigeons,
letting them fly freely in a flock over Brooklyn, meeting up with similar
flocks released by other owners.
At a certain point the flocks turn homeward, arriving lesser or greater
in number than they started out. A coop owner might lose half his flock
in one night, while others gain as many. This is how birds are lost and
won.
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Solo Exhibition, Galapagos Art Space,
Brooklyn, New York.
Photo: Charlton Bright
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