When I think about pasts, presences and futures for belongings held by a museum, I feel stuck. Walking into the First Peoples exhibit at the ROM feels like walking into a tomb, and working in the collections feel like visiting a relative in prison. It is hard to imagine futures in these spaces, but it is necessary. It is necessary that the futures being imagined and created are made by us, and it is necessary to be asking questions about the survival of these belongings beyond institutions, beyond the ROM, beyond my lifetime. There is work to be done.
I see the physical hoods and their materialness as a practice of an embodied