Sacredskulls Co / Heritage
When I first began talking to textile workers in Lagos about the idea of an archive, the question that kept coming back was not simply whether their work could be sold internationally, but whether...
Read more... →
I remember the first time I stood in front of a protest banner that had been part of a living campaign — its fabric still creased from repeated folding, the paint slightly faded where hands had...
Read more... →
When a ritual mask returns to the village from which it was taken—whether after a museum deaccession, a restitution campaign or the quiet work of dedicated curators—it does not simply re‑enter...
Read more... →
I’ve been watching the surge of virtual exhibitions from grassroots collectives for several years now, and each project seems to ask the same, quietly provocative question: can a loosely organised...
Read more... →
I remember the first time I stood in front of an object whose label told me almost nothing. A carved figure, beautiful and worn, with one sentence: “Unknown origin. circa 19th century.” I felt...
Read more... →
Handling sacred objects from other cultures is not an abstract curatorial puzzle — it’s a set of human relationships, obligations and risks that I have learned to take seriously through years of...
Read more... →
When a single carved mask returns to a village after decades — sometimes centuries — away, the ripple effects are rarely limited to the object itself. I've watched this happen in places where...
Read more... →
I still remember the first time I stood alone in a reading room, a stack of colonial-era glass plate negatives before me. The images were beautiful, infuriating, and utterly opaque in different...
Read more... →
I have spent years watching cities argue with themselves over paint. A wall that one group calls an act of vandalism can be, to another, a living archive of community feeling, a landmark of identity,...
Read more... →
When I first began researching collections for museums and independent projects, one encounter changed how I think about authority in museums. I sat in a cramped community centre with a woman who had...
Read more... →