Arika have been creating events since 2001. The Archive is space to share the documentation of our work, over 600 events from the past 20 years. Browse the archive by event, artists and collections, explore using theme pairs, or use the index for a comprehensive overview.
Introducing and setting intentions for a crip grief transformation and witness altar. A place to sit and breathe, remember our dead, wash our hands and leave offerings to and for loved ones we’ve lost – and for ourselves.
Ecstatic, intensely joyous experimental club music: like “the sound of our water ceremonies…40 bands playing their melodies at once to recreate the cacophony of the first aurora and the call of the morning star Venus”.
A drone installation populated by flourescent strip lights working in complicity with analogue radios – “all the lights just do their thing”.
A preposterously heavy, eye of the storm musical tug of war, in which two drummers, electronics and electric guitar fall over each other in a droning crush.
Performance of a Sudoko based graphic score giving rise to a process of self cancellation.
Our favourite Lancashire-born autodictact asks what’s political about the tension between the individual and the collective in free jazz.
Smith/Stewart set up allegorical situations over which they often have little to no control, but which instigate explorations of dependence and trust, the body, sex and death.
ACCESS: SOUND FILE A day-long salon accompanying KYTN focusing on sound art.
Join Umbrella Lane and special guest migrant trans sex workers in a community discussion about the points of intersection in LGBT people’s rights and sex worker’s rights.
An event exploring anarchic and communal situations of musical creation with MV, EE and The Cherry Blossoms.
An assembly to try and provide some experiential and theoretical resources for the renewal of a certain affective, extra-political sociality, in the face of one of our great adversaries; the forces of colonial, imperial, genocidal denial.
Goofily deformed, deeply thought vocal jams: like the sound of your own breath rushing through your head.
