Objects don’t speak, but they remember. They sit quietly in corners, slip into suitcases, cling to scent and touch. These pieces don’t shout – they murmur. Each one, whether burnished or threadbare, holds weight beyond its surface, shaped by hands long gone or still near. Some crossed borders tucked in coat linings, others gathered dust in untouched drawers. Together, they map stories of migration, memory and belonging. Here, sculpture steps in for language, texture for voice. The result is a space that doesn’t just display but listens – a room built not of walls but of objects that once made a place feel like more than shelter. Until Jul 7. Free. Archives Design, 11am-6pm
