Films Installed in the Foyer
Eduardo Restrepo Castaño SWARM
In the Foyer at the Tramway we will screen a documentary from the Sex Workers’ Festival of Resistance 2017 and La Llamada by Eduardo Restrepo Castaño.
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In the Foyer at the Tramway we will screen a documentary from the Sex Workers’ Festival of Resistance 2017 and La Llamada by Eduardo Restrepo Castaño.
In which Storyboard P and members of Project X pick a song, freestyle to it, chat with us about what dancing means to them, then pick another song, freestyle, chat, repeat…
An improvised film about our worlds at the brink, on the edge, in front of a crisis. To stand on the side of life, by seeing the resistance to genocide in Palestine as a turning point to overcome.
Investigate film as language, via the language of film reduced to the basic units of film and language. A film as text in which each frame is a single word.
The most sophisticated synthetic music around: timbrally otherwise body music as sonified fictions and auditive sociograms.
Edinburgh. Cask-strength electrohypnol and shroom damaged folk croonings by Lapsed Electronics empire builder.
Torrential, wrenching wordless wails, guttural screams and roars, a Haino solo vocal performance.
Dave will lead a session created for teenagers and designed to stimulate a supportive environment for artistic exploration through music improvisation.
How do people both inside and outside of prison work together to dismantle the criminal justice system and build a society based on collective care?
Ex-Decaer Pinga and CKDH rodeo queens; regular ladynoise hoedown gets gatecrashed by sonic chunder-huffing remedial clatter boys.
A dance party love letter to our community, expressing the joy of relation in the abstract and through actual physical proximity.
Goofily deformed, deeply thought vocal jams: like the sound of your own breath rushing through your head.