Bringing a living archive to life
By Dr Fran Edmonds Published on July 22, 2022 This cardboard prison they call an archive is cold, airless and silent as death. Floor to ceiling boxes contain voices no longer heard yet still wailing within and faces no longer seen yet still missing in a jail of captured snippets, images and memories like the severed heads and bleached bones of dismembered bodies neatly locked away in the vaults of museums and universities of the world in the name of science or history or anthropology or something else so important at the time that justified the collection of bits and pieces of another – the Other.