Broken Glass x Vb

Borders promise safety the way turnstiles promise freedom: pay up, push through, don’t linger.

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This exhibition gathers artists who pry at those revolving myths, mapping the checkpoint between body and state, home and paperwork, belonging and the bottom line. Works range from smuggled lullabies to bureaucratic landscapes, from wearables stitched with visa refusals to sculptures that breathe like anxious lungs.

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Together they ask: who gets to arrive, and at what cost to the nervous system?

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Migration isn’t a crisis so much as a policy, and its symptoms look a lot like sleeplessness, hyper-vigilance, and carefully folded documents.

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Here, mental health is not an individual “resilience journey” but a social ledger, balanced (or unbalanced) by detention regimes, landlord borders, and the quiet violence of queues. The show refuses the charity lens; it’s solidarity over sentiment, mutual aid over mood boards.

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Expect tenderness with teeth.

Expect laughter that sideswipes despair.

Expect archives that talk back.

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Suppose borders are machines for sorting people and profiting from their exhaustion. In that case, these artists jam the gears, rehearsing futures where care crosses without papers and “security” means housing, healthcare, and time.

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You are invited to cross the line, not as a tourist of trauma, but as an accomplice to its abolition.

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