Battery Marcy took half a century to become home to a new kind of life: swallows. Their nests are perched on rusted ceiling supports and water tank plumbing, dangling from the ceiling. Fires have torn through the space, as the grounds have been used for training by the fire department for fifty plus years.

Encroaching into the space are other forms of life, from calthemites and other native plants. We now enter the space at a point of balance; I want to encourage this further by installing a room full of nets. 
The nets offer the swallows a chance to build their seasonal nests on a more secure line, further protected from the elements outside. They make their nests from the mud and clay that line the floors, making the bunker an ideal condominium for them, with no down payment and an evil landlord. 

Working with the ingrown fear that one typically has for cavernous rooms, I didn't want to invite the viewer to enter the space entirely. The nets instead direct the viewer to the rear of the room. When one enters the space, one is surrounded and encased by these nets, as if they are within a nest of one's own. ​

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