In February 2016, two artists got on a cargo ship, and retraced one of the routes of the Transatlantic Slave Triangle – from the UK to Ghana to Jamaica, and back.
Their memories, their questions and their grief took them along the bottom of the Atlantic and through the figurative realm of an imaginary past.
It was a long journey backwards, in order to go forwards.
This show is what they brought back.
“We imagine that we are on a journey, that life is a journey, but we are home from the beginning. This is not an easy thing to accept.“
Part of artist Selina Thompson’s wider body of work looking at Black British identity, the award-winning salt. focuses on grief, home, afropressism, the Black Atlantic, the forgetting of the UK
It's a heavy story made endurable by Rose's grounded performance, small breaths of humour, and by the strength of the writing itself
Thompson writes beautifully, perfectly expressing the pain of being in a black body in places where prejudice is either overt, or concealed, but always present
Rose brings a sense of simmering grief and rage to the part, which occasionally bubbles over as she pounds and grinds the salt
Selina Thompson’s poetic and painful account of her attempt to retrace Britain's old slave-trading routes
Raw humour and the sting of old wounds
Beautiful, moving reprisal of Selina Thompson’s solo show