ABOUT THE ART

As a boy I would watch the swallows gather in large numbers on the wires, young and old, preparing for their long journey ahead.
Over the English channel, down through western France, across the Pyrenees, down eastern Spain into Morocco, and across the Sahara. Some avoiding the Sahara by following the west coast of Africa, and others traveling further east and down the Nile Valley.

Their departure would sadly symbolise the end of Summer and I would look forward to their return each Spring.