The artist hopes to evoke a sense of hope and unity through his new creation.
Out in the countryside, among sycamores and laurels jewelled with bright raindrops, stands a tree of another kind entirely – not born of nature but made by many human hands. Its boughs open like gesturing arms. Its iron trunk is turning the colour of rusty lichen in the English weather, and each branch ends expressively, as if making a point. A thing of metal, it looks improbably alive.