This is a piece called “Cutantiram: Colours of Freedom”. It was exhibited and sold in 2014 as part of a fundraiser for Palmera – and NGO engaged in Sri Lankan rebuilding and refugee assistance.
This work is a tribute to the Tamil refugees who are detained in Australia’s detention centres with no plan for release.
It shows the Tamil word for “Freedom”, which is pronounced Cutantiram.
I first learnt the word “cutantiram” during a protest vigil last year. The Tamil refugees inside MITA centre in Broadmeadows were on a hunger strike, and I was part of a group of protestors chanting and lighting candles outside. We yelled “cutantiram” and they yelled “freedom” and the memory still brings tears to my eyes.
Due to their official security risk I cannot share their names, or too many of their stories, so I will try to tell you something of their warmth, generosity and dignity of some of the people who helped me make this work.
There is the vegetarian schoolteacher who has been in detention for 6 years. He was 20 when he left Sri Lanka, and had a fiancé, a family and a home, where he rescued stray dogs and cared for them. His fiancé married someone else, and he is a handsome young man who has no hope of remarrying or starting a family or a career. He looks after goldfish in the detention centre, and makes jewellery and presents for children.
There is the journalist who distributes presents from visitors among the detainees – making sure that new arrivals with no shoes or clothes or toys get them. He writes incredible stories and poetry which cannot be published under his name.
There is another young man who always offers me lunch when I visit him in detention. He and the other Sri Lankans volunteers in the kitchen at the centre, cooking meals that are delivered to a community soup kitchen in Melbourne. Even as detainees with no hope for release, these people provide a generous service to Australians on low incomes.
Using crochet allowed me to take the work inside the centre while it was being made. My Tamil friends inside showed me how to write the letters and who told me that the colours yellow and red were banned in Sri Lanka. They suggested that I add layers of lots of other bright colours, to celebrate their hope for freedom. These brave, generous people touched the letters as they were being made, and showed them to other Tamils in detention, and smiled in surprise to hear “cutantiram” spoken by an Australian, in a place that continues to deny them any freedom.