Final Project Proposal

For my final project I will be using the contemporary architecture of ‘illegal’ migration- the walls, checkpoints, detention centres and armoured boundaries that carve the world into more and less privileged fragments- to explore the concept of refuge. I hope to interrogate these borders that exist in both physical and mental space from a critical perspective of subversion and resistance; as the migrant in search of an unbuilt city of refuge. This project will take the form of an artist’s book, incorporating both text and visual elements in critical dialogue with these themes.

Visual and conceptual inspirations: 

Heiko Schaefer, Maritime Incidents 

Shannon Jensen, Long Walk 

Christo and Jeanne Claude, Running Fence

Finishing School, We will show you fear in a handful of dust 

The Decolonizing Architecture Art Residency Project 

Marion von Osten and the Moneynations Project. ‘Euroland and the economy of the borderline’ 

Mapping Europe’s War on Immigration 

No One is Illegal Campaign 

Ursula K. Le Guin, The Dispossessed 

Franz Kafka, The Castle


Proposal in visual form/ Some early sketches: 



Migration and Performance

Reading Shailja Patel’s Migritude was a powerful experience for me, despite our very different backgrounds. I believe the power of art, and of this amazing piece of work, is in such moments when a glimpse into another’s world resonates across what would seem to divide us. The fact that, as Patel notes at the end of the book, her work would speak powerfully to someone as seemingly different from her as a male Italian scientist, I think is testament to the depth of the themes she tackles and the clarity and eloquence of her vision in expressing them. This work does remind me of Arundhati Roy, who Patel says writes everything like a love song, but I think this piece is also a love song- to her parents, her history and the oppressed whatever time or place they might reside in. The thing that moved me most about this work is its obvious genuine humanity. Patel’s outrage and her pain and her tenderness are deep and sincere. She is unflinching in her interrogation of injustice, whether it be perpetrated by others in past atrocities, by a current society against her racialized, gendered body, or even by herself in her conflicted relationship with her parents. Her combination of historical context, current events and personal narrative weave into one another seamlessly.

Some of the passages I related most strongly to dealt with the complexities of existing in a female body in the world, and her evolving relationship to her mother:

You must never act as if you owned your body. It’s draped and displayed for the edification of others…As a child, I swore I would never wear clothes I couldn’t run or fight in. My legs would never be hobbled” (p.22)

I can remember thinking something very similar to these lines as a teenager when my mother would admonish me to ‘sit up straight’ or ‘cross your legs, sitting like that isn’t ladylike!’ and attempted to school me in the arts of pantyhose, lacy dresses and women’s work. Throughout the work, Patel’s relationship to her mother evolves from one of bitterness (I never wanted daughters and Shilling love) to appreciation and understanding. Her mother’s gift of the mangal sutra necklace, which Patel writes in the shadow book, “showed me up as the traditionalist” was really powerful for me- as is her response at the end of the work where she invokes the gift again- a final coming to terms with and honouring of their relationship: “This work that filigrees and inlays/all your legacies,/that snakes across borders,/dodges visa controls,/this/is my intention./Declaration./Lifelong execution.” (p.62).

Finally, I feel like The Making (p.122-124) is a mantra for all artists who work to shed light on the world. This is a text I know I will come back to again and I would love the opportunity to see it performed live one day.

(Aside: “No one told me about women who went into battle- in their saris. Worked the fields- in their saris. Why didn’t anyone tell me about women who laboured on construction sites in their saris?”)