When a museum agrees to display living sacred regalia on loan, it is taking on a responsibility that extends far beyond transport logistics and label copy. These objects are not inert artifacts; they are embedded in ongoing practices, relationships and obligations. In my work with collections and...
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I remember the first time I held an ase thread in my hand — a slender,...
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I’ve watched, too many times, an object with a fraught past slip through the...
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I remember the first time I sat in a cramped apartment in London listening to...
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When museums or galleries ask to borrow wearable sacred regalia from living...
I remember the first time I sat in a cramped apartment in London listening to field recordings made half a world away. The songs carried weather and kinship and the scent of ceremony; the recordings themselves were brittle, their provenance scrawled...
When museums or galleries ask to borrow wearable sacred regalia from living ritual specialists, I always feel a mix of exhilaration and responsibility. These objects are not just artifacts; they are active participants in belief systems, embodiments...
I have been thinking a lot about the ways neighbourhood apps can move beyond local listings and event calendars to become instruments of cultural restitution—practical, forensic tools that help displaced families prove ownership of cultural...
I remember the first time I stood in front of a ritual mask that had been returned to its community after decades in a European museum. The moment was thick with relief, gratitude and a fragility I hadn’t expected. That object—a carved face,...
Translating a refugee’s oral testimony into a VR experience is one of the most intimate and powerful forms of storytelling I can imagine — and one of the riskiest from a legal and ethical standpoint. When you move someone’s memory into an...
I have been thinking a lot about archives that are alive — not museums under glass but accumulations of practice, ritual and pattern that continue to breathe through people’s hands. A textile archive in Lagos, curated by a cooperative, is...
I started thinking seriously about the idea of smartphone audio mapping by migrant street vendors when I overheard a vendor in Marseille describing not only the spices he sold but the names of the neighbourhoods his parents came from, the songs they...
I first encountered a repatriated box of colonial medical records in a climate-controlled room that smelled faintly of paper and old glue. The documents had travelled hundreds of miles, from a colonial administration office to a local community...
When I first stepped into a tiny silk workshop in Varanasi, the air was thick with the smell of hot metal and boiled dye, and a single electric fan stirred a tired rhythm against rows of handlooms. The place was no more than a courtyard and three...
I’ve spent a long time thinking about objects: how they carry meaning, how they travel, and how their meanings can be transformed — or damaged — when they move into different contexts. When a sacred headdress, a carved reliquary or ceremonial...