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The Migration Museum in Lewisham in 2020

After a fantastic two and a half years, our time at The Workshop has come to an end.

We’re constantly asking ourselves how we can make what we do more accessible, breaking down barriers and reaching wider audiences. Which is why we’re very excited to announce that we are moving to a new venue for 2020 – in the heart of a busy shopping centre in one of London’s most dynamic and diverse boroughs.

The Migration Museum in Lewisham is now open – click here for opening hours and visitor info. We’ll be staging a series of exhibitions, events and activities from our new home in the middle of Lewisham Shopping Centre next year – more details to follow soon.

We look forward to seeing you in Lewisham!

In the meantime, here’s a look back at some of the highlights of our time at The Workshop in Lambeth.

Emilse

This is a traditional leather bottle or wineskin used for wine or water during carnivals and festivals in Colombia. This little hat or sombrero has dancing shoes, parrots, which are symbols of indigenous Colombian culture, and a bag of coffee beans.

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Fatma Mohamed

I bought this necklace in Kacha-kally, in Bakau, Gambia. Apparently, when crocodiles fight rough, they lose teeth. The local people there pick them up and make these beautiful necklaces. I was amazed how calm the crocs were, like they were part of the family. I wear the necklace a lot to remind me of a happy time in my life.

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Henning Wehn

Ever wondered why you never hear Henning Wehn talking about aardvarks?

The inside cover of this dictionary would have probably told you it’s the property of Theodor Heuss Gymnasium, Hagen, and must be returned. But the cover has long gone. Along with any words before ‘acrylic’. And even extensive gaffer tape usage didn’t prevent what’s left from splitting into three parts. Not that the book’s less than ideal condition deters me from consulting it on an almost daily basis.

It’s a habit I must have inherited from my father, whose most trusted frame of reference was his 1954 issue of Knaurs Lexikon. This led to bizarre situations when playing Scrabble, such as when I was told there’s clearly no such thing as ‘internet’ as otherwise it would be in his encyclopaedia.

His self-imposed ignorance is exactly what I’m striving for, too. “Aardvark?! Nah, mate, don’t exist.”

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