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Lost in Lights: My Birmingham Lights Festival Adventure

On Saturday, February 22, 2025, the last day of the Birmingham Light Festival, I went ‘light-hunting’ with my family, but we got more than the lights. We danced, played, learned new things, and were entertained. Our first stop: the Centenary Square. Ears plugged with colourful headphones, listening to music, and jumping around during the Floor is Lava X Silent Disco experience (Outdoor Places Unusual Spaces Ltd: Birmingham). The colourful headset could be tuned to different channels with different songs, on different volumes. The host—dressed for the occasion in a dazzling red gown and a glittery light-up head warmer—kept the energy high, while Perry, the Birmingham mascot, busted some moves and posed for pictures. My sons stopped at the Twist and Shine (Kaleider: Exeter), a vibrant installation designed for interaction, allowing participants to twist and reshape glowing structures. The concept was intriguing, but let’s just say, my kids weren’t the most patient sculptors. Within minutes, my younger one was lured away by the twinkling wonders of Mr Glow’s stand of light-up toys. Still at the Square, people played Night Badminton (Outdoor Places Unusual Spaces Ltd: Birmingham), but the queue was quite long as we had other s/lights to discover. After that, we headed to St. Paul’s Square for ‘The Mycelium Network’ (Stevie Thompson, Custom Fibre Optics: UK), a recreation of the fungal systems that sustain plant life. When you look at this exhibition, you will think that it is springing from the roots of a nearby tree. Mimicking the root network of plants brought to light the unseen, making one wonder about the wonders of nature. Next stop: the Colmore Row Square. There stood ‘The Flux’ (Collective Scale, Tetro +A, Région Grand Est, Festival Constellations de Metz: France), a mesmerising triumph of forms, as music, light and movement worked hand in hand. Imagine a ballet; the dancers are well-arranged fluorescent beams (or were they saber lights?) bending to light, swinging in rhythm to the soundtrack. When the rhythm was slow, the dancing light followed slowly. Here, too many cooks didn’t spoil the broth—they created a symphony of movement and colour. Not too far away is the Alright Bab! (Brumbox/Taylex Group: Birmingham) installation, a homage to all Brummies. These are not just words carved out of neon lights; it is a greeting that calms nerves, making everything cool before they have a chance to get heated. Alright, Bab! Peace is the dream of a shared/ human soul that we build/ Everyday with Forgiveness/ And kindness and hope. / A hundred years and the dream/ Never Ends/ All Our Tomorrows/ Are Fragile, The peace builders/ Are Heroes of Kindness. – ‘Peace Poem’ (Emergency Exit Arts: London) Created as a commemoration of 100 years after the end of WW1, the two-sided poem shone brightly in white dotted neon lights, lettering in caps at the Hippodrome Square. The words are an important reminder even today as ‘pockets of war’ continue to ravage our world. Around the poem hovered four beautiful butterflies, fluttering in the air, powered by human hands. It was exciting for my sons to ‘co-power’ one of these butterflies with the lady—I didn’t ask her name—who engaged them. These butterflies seem to remind us that while peace is beautiful, it is quite fragile, and it takes effort to keep it fluttering. As we left the square, feet tired, my younger son limped from the walking, and my older son desperately pressed and in need of a toilet. We found our way to the New Street and found the Unreel Access (Kappa: London) there—a mysterious magical door that could lead you anywhere, in your mind. This work plays on the idea of doors as access to new worlds. And it was quite touché to situate it at the train station—portal to several worlds. Looking back on Saturday, despite bouncing between Google Maps and the event website, my calculations were way off. As a non-driver, our only options were walking or catching the bus—both of which tested my sense of direction. And did my mental map of Birmingham fail me? Absolutely. So please, someone explain how I made it to the Hippodrome but completely missed the dazzling lights on Thorp Street? In my mind, Thorp Street was on the other side of the city. Never mind that I visit the Hippodrome almost every month—you’d think I had just landed in Birmingham for the first time! As I took in the dazzling displays, one thought lingered—how much of this was from Birmingham? Beyond just happening in the city, and for the city, how much of it was of the city? Maybe experiences like this could spark more homegrown ideas, celebrating Brummie creativity in exciting ways. Imagine if the silent disco headsets had a ‘Brum Radio’ channel, playing tracks from local artists—now that would have been a vibe! Will the experience be different if they move beyond the City Centre? I know, I know, the city is broke. And I can imagine the work it took to bring all these together, but isn’t dreaming up possibilities integral to creativity? Still, it was a night well spent. If nothing else, it pushed me to see Birmingham through a fresh lens, uncovering corners of the city I thought I knew. Of course, if I had to navigate it all over again, I’d probably still get lost… but then again, isn’t that part of the adventure?

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An art work with the words: Home is a place where I feel warm and safe

Finding Home: A Review of “A Place to Call Home” at The Exchange Birmingham

Some rows of staircases down the historical municipal bank in Birmingham, away from the clinking mugs and coffee from the early risers at the Exchange cafe, I slink into the Vaults, home to the exhibition “A Place to Call Home”.  At the door, the printed face of a black woman with a head wrap welcomes me with a smile. I feel at home, walking into the room’s wide open arms. A few feet below the noise upstairs and outside, the room feels sacred, drawing you into what home means to many people. Arranged in a semi-circle, different artworks—large pictures printed on plastic with texts divided by a screen playing short interview responses to the question ‘What is home?’. This semi-circle is divided in the middle by wood carvings of people’s interpretations of an ideal home, what makes a home ‘tick’. In front of the screen, there are carved half-moon-shaped benches to sit on, to feel at home, the question—what is a home?—swirling around you. Titled “A Place to Call Home”—an art exhibition organised by the University of Birmingham—the catalogue states, “Home can be a joyful space where we hold celebrations and express ourselves, somewhere we associate with happy memories of food, family, and comfort. But it can be an unhappy or uncertain place, or somewhere we have had to leave behind, and not everyone has a place to call home.” A product of a collaborative study featuring different research units at the university and external institutions—St. Basils, Changing Lives, and the National Literacy Trust—this exhibition brings the town and the gown together to speak on one theme and reach different audiences. The exhibition explores several factors that shape our definition of home. It queries: How do our personal life experiences shape what home means? How do policies affect home? What does home mean to the homeless and displaced? What does home mean to those in the adult social care system? I categorise the exhibition’s response into two broad spaces: home as a (permanent) physical (space) and home as a (shifting) mental (space). “Home is a place I go to after a long day at work… where I’m greeted by my dog and a cat, also the place to feel safe and experience the challenges that life throws our way,” starts a respondent. In the first category, home is a space where many rest their legs after a long day at work, welcomed by their pets or loved ones, warm hugs, and laughter. It is also an address to which, in the United Kingdom, everything—access to quality healthcare, education, finances—is attached In most cases, the address is chosen by you, but for people in care homes and hospitals, it is not their choice. Still building on the idea of the ‘permanence of home’, it also extends to home as a space for stories. “Home is a place where their story belongs, where they feel like their story is part of the fabric of the place. They’re not an outsider… They’re part of what makes that place so wonderful. And I think having the confidence and knowing that their story is valuable is so important. And that’s what really feels like home.” Consequently, home is a solid, supportive community where your story is safe. Yet, the idea of a ‘solid home’ is quickly punctured through the history of homelessness. Once upon a time, according to the 1824 Vagrancy Act (only scrapped in April 2022), to be homeless is to be termed a vagrant and punished for it. Through the tired eyes of Victorian and Edwardian people criminalised for being homeless, we understand the history of access and exclusion. For other people, home is not a physical address; it is this space of the mind, which can sometimes be shifty. Ask immigrants trying to make a home in new countries (diaspora) yet connecting with their homelands (birth countries). “Home is two places in particular, it is Oxford where I live and it is Napoli,” says a respondent. For these people, while new associations are being made in the diaspora, there remains a psychological connection to their homelands, making the definition of home loose. This sense of ‘looseness’ increased with Brexit. Enter Eurochildren, a classic example of “how mixed-nationality EU families living in the UK express their sense of belonging in relation to the UK and EU.” This is leading to the different forms of disconnection, especially for the children who now have to unlearn what it means to be ‘British’ and find and rebuild new homes across Europe. A decade from now, when Leo—the Brexit baby born in 2018—will ask his parents, Shahadat (born in Bangladesh, now British) and Valeria (from Mexico) ‘Where is home?’, it will likely have multiple meanings. Beyond the questions, in the middle of the exhibition are carvings of the different things that make an ideal home. One thing is clear: an individual cannot build a home; it takes different stakeholders in the community—individuals, organisations and governments. And just like the research, stakeholder collaboration is important to finding a home. Consequently, participants were also welcome to create their ‘dream homes’—in a corner, small wooden pieces are available for children; beside it is a pencil and a note for adults to respond to the exhibition question. As I write, I think of myself, a new immigrant who left her home country seven months ago to start afresh in the United Kingdom: “Home is everything left behind and everything waiting to be made.” As I leave the Vaults, I realise the exhibition does not end there; the narrativising of home is never complete. It transcends a physical or mental space and is constantly being sought as humans move through the wide open arms of this home called Earth. This exhibition happened in February 2023, and this piece was submitted for the Burlington Contemporary Art Writing Prize 2023.

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