Christmas Tree Stand
Bruce McClure
A stroboscopic and intense sensory overload of flashing abstract forms, cut to ribbons by modified projectors.
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A stroboscopic and intense sensory overload of flashing abstract forms, cut to ribbons by modified projectors.
Do ideas emerging from particle physics help to re-think of blackness as a mode of life in which it’s possible to practice difference without separation?
An audio/ video, lecture/ performance exploring the queer and companionly inter-activity of human-animal relations.
A prison abolitionist punk video-poetry-music mash up about our fucked-up dystopian society, RoboCop, kids toys and criminality.
A performed self-cancelling discussion, with artists from the festival, invited speakers and local artists talking at once, over each other, or straining to be heard over the din.
Taku’s actions strip back musical performance to one of its original proposals: what is an action and how does it create a situation for spending time together, for paying attention?
All ticket income goes directly to We Will Rise – a group of migrants, refugees, asylum seekers and their allies who have come together to End Immigration Detention in the UK.
First in a series of workshops for workers and non-workers who care. Does work that asks us to be attentive to the needs of others force us to sell our capacity for kindness?
ACCESS: SOUND FILE A day-long salon accompanying KYTN focusing on sound art.
Investigate film as language, via the language of film reduced to the basic units of film and language. A film as text in which each frame is a single word.
A celebration of our overabundant social entanglement and complicity, that remind us of how we can see ourselves, stripped of powers’ attempts to grasp us.
Dworkin asks: What would a non-expressive poetry look like? A poetry of intellect rather than emotion?