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Keraniganj Jail

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.

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