The chalk drawing of a life size plan of a MiG 21 fighter plane was made on the date of Rupert Brooke's death (23rd April). Drawn onto a road junction in Peckham South East London outside the house where I live. 'Rupert's Flight' pointed west to America (currently the worlds primary warring power), and was intended as a temporary memorial to the First World War poet, and a reference to the stupidity of war. Brooke's poem, The Soldier, was written around the drawing.
My practice has been about motion and passing through place, and not about staying in place to face the response of the other to my actions. I made Rupert's Flight in order to be answerable for my actions.

 

The Soldier [extract]
If I should die, think only this of me:
That there's some corner of a foreign field
That is for ever England. There shall be
In that rich earth a richer dust concealed;
A dust whom England bore, shaped, made aware,
Gave, once, her flowers to love, her ways to roam,
A body of England's, breathing English air,
Washed by the rivers, blest by suns of home.
And think, this heart, all evil shed away,
A pulse in the eternal mind, no less
Gives somewhere back the thoughts by England given;
Her sights and sounds; dreams happy as her day;
And laughter, learnt of friends; and gentleness,
In hearts at peace, under an English heaven.
Rupert Brooke (1887-1915)