Do you have somewhere to return to?
If so, was it by accident, or was it decided already?
These embroidered words came to mind when I went to the Immigration Office to apply for a German artist visa. I felt the visa givers believed they had the upper hand over those granted visas.
I dismantled the fabric’s body and wove a basket to catch the fragments that spilt out of it. The bag’s structure is a metaphor for our bodies. From there, it rises again as a word and is embroidered as a return to our own bodies.