Dispatches from the Intersection of Hurting & Joy
Camisha L. Jones
Writing that shows us that, even in struggle, there is light to be let in.
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Writing that shows us that, even in struggle, there is light to be let in.
A recently reanimated Ascension, with mighty Leeds drum hero Paul Hession bringing a dense polyrhythmic torrent into play with Jaworzyn’s reinvigorated piercing guitar.
A simple hands on workshop with micro-radio theorist and pioneer Kogawa.
Taking over the gallery spaces at Dundee Contemporary Arts, the first Kill Your Timid Notion presented a 3 day programme of live immersive experiences and specially curated film programmes.
Part old-fashioned Renaissance man, part hardcore avant-gardist, the Canadian painter-photographer-filmmaker-musician gives full vent to his genius in the exhilarating perceptual vaudeville, named after the ‘central region’ of tissue that acts as a conduit between the brain’s two hemispheres.
Tormented and drawn-out high-pitched yelps and drones, all interleaved with periods of torpid silence.
A double bill of A (imageless) film of nothing but a sound recording and its transcription and a found film of news interviews about Malcolm X’s assasination, where the filmmaker decided to add nothing to it, except our attention.
A stroboscopic and intense sensory overload of flashing abstract forms, cut to ribbons by modified projectors.
Disused railway turning circle at east end of Union Terrace Gardens, a historically public space at the centre of a regeneration land-grab for the private gain of a local petro-chemical magnate.
Noise music for the eyes: projectors turned into instruments, B&W film loops into a thrumming riot of colour, motion and sound.
Has neoliberal capitalism locked down social experience? Are our seemingly subjective desires, our identities, pre-packaged by dominating social structures?
A performance for dry ice and four specially constructed steel tables, each one heated by a single candle until searingly hot.