Essays on Architecture - 02
Amdani cell, Keraniganj jail, Bangladesh. Bodies pressed against bodies. Poses so intimate I can only try them with my children, in effort to understand.
I draw the bodies in various ways: sometimes as solids and sometimes as vectors projected in space. I draw the same thing for months. And after some time I realise that when I’m drawing the Amdani Cell, I’m not only drawing this instance, but every such instance:
the stacking of bodies - dead, alive, or barely alive - the final phases of human subjugation.
What if it were my children in that heap? I draw till the lines dissolve beyond recognition.
Then space breaks across my screen.