UOWCIII® Editions | UOWCIII: The Three-Winged Pigeoplane
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UOWCIII® Editions | UOWCIII: The Three-Winged Pigeoplane
- Regular price
- £185.00
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- Sale price
- £185.00
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About this UOWCIII® Edition
From The World of UOWCIII® we introduce this Limited-Edition Giclée art print, representing just a tiny fragment of an ever-evolving storyline.
UOWCIII® Editions invite you into vibrant, illogical stories alongside our familiar side-profile character. Dream through a signature visual playground of saturated colour, bold geometric shapes, and architectural building‑block forms, whilst fully immersed in each chapter of a vividly metaphorical, wholly nonsensical universe.
All prints are presented on Hahnemühle Photo Rag Giclée paper. Frames are solid wood from sustainable sources, manufactured to high standards.
Sizes available:
59×84cm, 23×33", print or framed, limited edition of 10 to collect
Each artwork comes with an exclusive Certificate of Authenticity (COA), providing signature and limited edition numbering.
Safe, tracked delivery guaranteed worldwide, with sustainable packaging.
The story of UOWCIII: The Three Winged Pigeoplane
Three wings and a pigeons mind,
Would fly to a world the pigeon designed,
The central wing would charge to rapid vertical heights,
The speed of no other, aboard the Pigeo-Flight.
The Three-Winged Pigeoplane,
Became the game from the ground,
As we heard the paper aeroplane,
An audience, a crowd,
And all the steady swooping,
The soaring and flying sounds.
A measure of time, measured by signs,
Signs in the air, a pigeon never shared.
Now a flying face with pigeon wings could see the way,
And all these things, a length of distance travelling away,
Vanishing from the world, to return one day.
The day returned with ideas a-flight,
Above a figure, flying a kite.
The kite looked just like a checkerboard floor,
So we zoomed out to see so much more.
We saw a human, as a small dot,
When hundreds of dots began to appear,
On a small paper sheet,
A blueprint of the passenger seat,
When lines and grids began to emerge,
And each human took their turn.
The pilot in the pigeons mind,
Would fly to a world the pigeon designed.
The world we saw in the paper aeroplane,
Became an idea floating in ways, many the same.
Yet, the world inside many paper folds,
Would be the most intricate of any game to hold,
In the worlds still untold,
Any realm we shall behold,
As we charge to speedy, rapid, vertical heights,
All aboard the Pigeo-Flight.
