The corncrake has become almost a myth. It is now rarely if ever heard and even less likely seen. I heard the call once, a haunting cry that washed across the island of Iona like a memory.
The corncrakes plight shows just how man's control over the environment can so easily destroy nature. The image and sound of the corncrake was central to the overall concept of the artwork.
The bird's recorded cry soared out over the farmland so that the old could remember and the young might learn.
The artwork in many respects echoed the actual birds' own demise. In just a few weeks the image of the corncrake on the hill slowly disappeared and was lost forever.
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