Filament: Sachiko M & Otomo Yoshihide
Otomo Yoshihide Sachiko M
Sachiko’s very simple, pure sine tones and structures. Otomo on double pianos. Filament’s music isn’t composed and it isn’t improvised: it’s a hybrid of the two.
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Sachiko’s very simple, pure sine tones and structures. Otomo on double pianos. Filament’s music isn’t composed and it isn’t improvised: it’s a hybrid of the two.
A performed reflection on Malin’s previous re-enacting of a super influential landmark of performance art from the French feminist and artist Gina Pane.
An improvisation that may or may not involve (typical) improvisation.
The worlds leading radio art station brings you: a performance, a radio show, an installation, an endurance test.
This set continues on from the Bud Neill inspired clatter using the contents of the Usurper twin’s pockets.
Audio signals pass through light bulbs, causing the filaments of the bulbs to sing and crackle in a chorus of electronic static.
The Cube is a 6 hour performed installation in which sound and image are treated as independent but equal, where musicians and filmmakers sit alongside each other, improvise to and feed off both projected image and amplified and acoustic sound.
A series of reality dramas happening over the course of the weekend.
Moor Mother is a musician, Philadelphian housing activist and black quantum futurist.
An immersive live performance for multiple 16mm film and bass clarinet, taking in the whole gallery, submerging the audience.
5 days of film, music, discussion and study of our collective incompleteness—arrayed against the colonial ordering of how we come to know the world—practicing how we might exist otherwise, right here and now. Can we start to know and practice the world to come?
Bleu Shut reveals, and allows us to enjoy, our gullibility within the pervasive absurdity of modern life.