Displacement begins long before any journey. It starts when the familiar no longer resonates, when the landscape of memory fractures and the self must navigate its own interior exile. Artists who leave their homeland carry this inward migration with them: a quiet rupture that compels them to unlearn, to reconfigure, and ultimately to root themselves anew.
For many artists forced to exile, this in-between space is neither static nor fully visible. It is a territory where the past lingers yet cannot return, and where the future is fragile, yet ripe with possibility. In this liminal zone, loss is not an endpoint but the precondition for emergence: for new connections, new forms, and a recalibrated sense of belonging.
The works in ARRIVAL inhabit this threshold. They speak from the interstices of memory and transformation, tracing how personal grounding takes shape on unfamiliar soil, how rupture generates new languages, and how identity is continuously remade.
ARRIVAL is not a destination but a process: a place where roots are not given, but grown, and where the self is realised in motion.
For many artists forced to exile, this in-between space is neither static nor fully visible. It is a territory where the past lingers yet cannot return, and where the future is fragile, yet ripe with possibility. In this liminal zone, loss is not an endpoint but the precondition for emergence: for new connections, new forms, and a recalibrated sense of belonging.
The works in ARRIVAL inhabit this threshold. They speak from the interstices of memory and transformation, tracing how personal grounding takes shape on unfamiliar soil, how rupture generates new languages, and how identity is continuously remade.
ARRIVAL is not a destination but a process: a place where roots are not given, but grown, and where the self is realised in motion.
Vladimir Shalamov, the curator of the exhibition
