
Notes on the Emptying of a City
Ashley Hunt
A dismantled, performed film, where a narrator pieces together the sounds, images and storytelling of a documentary about Hurricane Katrina before a live audience.
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A dismantled, performed film, where a narrator pieces together the sounds, images and storytelling of a documentary about Hurricane Katrina before a live audience.
A crash-course in pre-figurative, radical, queer, anti-racist, anti-police, anti-prison, anti-deportation abolitionist politics and trans-resistance.
Adamantly analogue, inspiring and frequently chaotic in performance, Metamkine draw no distinction between image and sound; during their intuitively improvised performances music and images are created simultaneously and equitably.
Thirty lucky Instal punters experience Kylie’s pre-match aggro workout one-on-one in the darkness of an Arches dressing room.
Dual projections of pulsating shards of film, treated in crystallized salts and dyes merge with the whirring of projectors, distilled into particles of sound.
Sean and Taku share an interest in structure, space and time. A spartan, abstract, considered and surprisingly musical set.
A kind of performed installation of searing noise and silence, where we’re not sure who the performer is, when it starts or ends or even who it’s for.
Tiny fragments of sound recombined and woven into spare and precise, violent yet beautiful pieces
This set continues on from the Bud Neill inspired clatter using the contents of the Usurper twin’s pockets.
When we look, how do we objectify the body; how can we reflect on our (self) image as a construction?
In rethinking the body, the law, the state, gender, race, violence, care and empathy, how we might give humanness a different future?
Dworkin asks: What would a non-expressive poetry look like? A poetry of intellect rather than emotion?