
Improvisation, Make-up and Lip-sync
boychild
Underground movement legend boychild hosts this workshop—on improvisation, cosmetics, movement and lip-sync.
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Underground movement legend boychild hosts this workshop—on improvisation, cosmetics, movement and lip-sync.
Mashed up queer fantasy of worker’s revolts, biblical demons and present-day hells, and dubbed out cyborg-electro.
Solo performance on bass clarinet, jaw harp & voice by Arrington De Dionyso.
A performance, a radio show, an installation, an endurance test. A game of chance. Constantly broadcasting live, actor Tam Dean Burn will leave Tramway at the start of INSTAL and walk away from it, in an ever increasing spiral, for a day. Then he’ll walk back.
Multiple images, glimpses of old films, abstract images in the midst of an electro-acoustic sound field of tape loops & analogue synthesizers
Three days of discussions, performances, actions, dancing and food – continuing No Total’s ongoing contemplation of ways of being together and the ways Arika have been entangled in those, ever since Episode 4.
The first performative part in a game of chance and endurance as actor Tam Dean Burn constantly broadcasts for 24hrs.
A dialogical meeting of Baraka’s radical poetry and Grimes’ free jazz syncopation.
How do communities formed under the duress of violent othering and the joy of solidarity – such as ballroom culture, Black diasporas, Zapatistas – reform bonds of kinship?
A panel exploring how to dismantle the master’s house — its material edifices and ideological architecture — and the construction of abolitionist futures in the present.
Over 3 days Episode 8 celebrates all the unruly ways we escape attempts to constrain us, tear down the walls of normative culture and build joy in flight.
Dworkin asks: What would a non-expressive poetry look like? A poetry of intellect rather than emotion?