Exhibition: Gravitational Feel
Fred Moten Wu Tsang
How do we sense entanglement? Can the knotting of ropes according to a poem’s rhythm make the social pulse of language matter?
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How do we sense entanglement? Can the knotting of ropes according to a poem’s rhythm make the social pulse of language matter?
Long Stringed Instrument performance involving up to 100 wires strung in tension over a 40m arch.
A black hole of dense heaviosity, full of slow motion riffage, tectonic pummel and massive planet destroying rock.
A tour with John Butcher and Akio Suzuki that set out to allow the audience to experience (and to listen to) the enviroment around them in different way.
Guitar solo where inscrutable, minute electric sounds are excavated by palms that smother and strangle, that wring sound from the fretboard, from behind the bridge.
A chorister attempting to sing Vivaldi, with live accompaniment, while trampolining for 20 minutes.
Trans-temporal drag, sexuality and the re-staging of illegible moments in history.
Live ISDN drone performance resonating between Dundee and an empty Montreal Grain Silo.
Three workshops lead up to an open invitation to improvise with the festival as concert. The last four hours of the Sunday 14 at Instal 10 were devoted to presentations devised during the three workshops. The material conditions (time, space, facilities…) were the instruments. From there anything could happen.
Journalist and underground music champion Alan Cummings talks to Keiji Haino about his career and his performance the previous evening.
Rather than asking the state for services, what kinds of change are made possible when we prioritise people supporting each other?
“I am truly without faith. In a media marketplace that demands soulness, I can only offer soulnessless.”