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Flying Man
Dia al-Azzawi's paired bronze figures celebrating flight in Hamad International Airport.
Flying Man by Dia al-Azzawi consists of two bronze sculptures installed at Hamad International Airport, where they greet passengers with an image of human flight made monumental. Al-Azzawi, one of the Arab world's most recognised modern artists, treats the body as a calligraphic sign as much as a figure, and the pair reads clearly at airport scale without losing fine surface detail up close.
The work is part of HIA's curated art programme, which places museum-quality commissions in transit spaces rather than relegating them to a separate gallery wing.
Exhibo editorial
Most airport art is wallpaper. HIA treats it as a proper programme, and Flying Man is a good entry point: you see it whether you planned to or not, which is exactly how public art should work for a city of arrivals.
If you are connecting, allow ten minutes beyond security to find the installation and read the label; it rewards a slower walk to the gate.
How to find it
Inside Hamad International Airport, airside. Follow the airport's art trail signage in the departures concourse; access requires a valid boarding pass.
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