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Migration Exhibition

How does climate change effect migration? What are population shifts, increasing ethnic and cultural mixing bringing to our shared futures? We invite artists to submit works, ideas, images, films to address both the richness and the problems that we are facing in the next decade with mass migrations inevitably occurring as island nations go under water, farmers lose arable land from Africa to Australia, and the concept of borders is challenged.   

Artists' Call! Send proposals to by May 15. Exhibition runs from July 21 until late September as part of the festival and Open Mill Days at ArtMill, 2017. join us! The 7000 square meter (75,350 square feet) mill, will house four floors of exhibition space. See the space here.


We are honored to be partnering with RECFAM in Ghana, and their project PRIDEPAD, which enables young girls to get an education by staying in school with sanitary pads available at an affordable cost. Director Nsodu Mbinglo has worked tirelessly to bring mechanical machines to Ghana so that the local women are able to create their own pads, with organic materials, and thus also create a cottage industry for them to have economic independence. Projects like PridePad are keeping young girls and women in school, reducing their chances of migrating to cities where there is the danger of entering sex trades and poverty. We celebrate this project and look forward to artists who can help us raise awareness through their images, graphics, ideas!


From the Kenyan-born Somali poet Warsaw Shire:  “Home"


no one leaves home unless

home is the mouth of a shark

you only run for the border

when you see the whole city running as well

your neighbors running faster than you

breath bloody in their throats

the boy you went to school with

who kissed you dizzy behind the old tin factory

is holding a gun bigger than his body

you only leave home

when home won’t let you stay.

no one leaves home unless home chases you

fire under feet

hot blood in your belly

it’s not something you ever thought of doing

until the blade burnt threats into

your neck

and even then you carried the anthem under

your breath

only tearing up your passport in an airport toilets

sobbing as each mouthful of paper

made it clear that you wouldn’t be going back.

you have to understand,

that no one puts their children in a boat

unless the water is safer than the land

no one burns their palms

under trains

beneath carriages

no one spends days and nights in the stomach of a truck

feeding on newspaper unless the miles travelled

means something more than journey.

no one crawls under fences

no one wants to be beaten


no one chooses refugee camps

or strip searches where your

body is left aching

or prison,

because prison is safer

than a city of fire

and one prison guard

in the night

is better than a truckload

of men who look like your father

no one could take it

no one could stomach it

no one skin would be tough enough


go home blacks


dirty immigrants

asylum seekers

sucking our country dry

niggers with their hands out

they smell strange


messed up their country and now they want

to mess ours up

how do the words

the dirty looks

roll off your backs

maybe because the blow is softer

than a limb torn off

or the words are more tender

than fourteen men between

your legs

or the insults are easier

to swallow

than rubble

than bone

than your child body

in pieces.

i want to go home,

but home is the mouth of a shark

home is the barrel of the gun

and no one would leave home

unless home chased you to the shore

unless home told you

to quicken your legs

leave your clothes behind

crawl through the desert

wade through the oceans



be hunger


forget pride

your survival is more important

no one leaves home until home is a sweaty voice in your ear



run away from me now

i dont know what i’ve become

but i know that anywhere


is safer than here

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