R.E.D. Carpet

"I want to give back to the country that saved me and to the people I want to show that I'm glad you saved me. I would like to do so much for this community that really gave so much to us." This fragment of an interview with a Senegalese…
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The body of the worker becomes the body of exploitation. It ends up becoming like the earth, to be exploited to the last drop. It is also on this soil, on this back, that we base our well-being. We know it. But it is like background noise.…
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With their backs turned, like those who have just arrived, migrants in Middle Eastern dress are mirrored in the houses they have left behind. Or perhaps they arise from the homes they left behind. And they embody them. On the ground, like…
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A ruled notebook. Neat. Bright. A school notebook as a multi-story building: the elevation of one's social status can only come through study. The floors follow the ages of growth and the different degrees of education: from nursery school,…
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The labyrinth of bureaucracy. The sense of dizziness, the disorientation in front of the unexpected amount of documents required not only to carry out any activity, but also to feel that they exist for the host country. At the center, like…
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A balance in perfect equilibrium. The symbol of justice. The scales are open eyes watching for equality. Europe, for many, is synonymous with equal treatment. On the two plates of the scales a male and a female figure weigh equal. Gender…
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Warsan Shire's poem Home begins, "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" It concludes with, "no one leaves home until home is a sweaty voice in…
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A torn map. Emigration as a tear that generates a hole. An outline that evokes the emptiness left by those who leave in the context of their origin. The double absence. Not being completely there, not being completely here. The map is…
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A strange building, welcoming and disturbing at the same time, enigmatic in the impossible perspectives it offers, made up of escapes and openings that lead to nothingness, colorful and desolate at the same time, but which, above all, we…
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In the background an old map of Europe. In the foreground, a profile reminiscent of a death mask, reminding us that one can die of the border. It is man reduced to a fingerprint. The dream of freedom of movement that shatters against the…
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