Unstable, fragile but daring together
Emma Hedditch Howard Slater Laurie Pitt Liam Casey Mattin
Instead of the one-way monologue of normal performance, what would be the result of an actual collective dialogue? Where would it go?
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Instead of the one-way monologue of normal performance, what would be the result of an actual collective dialogue? Where would it go?
Rather than asking the state for services, what kinds of change are made possible when we prioritise people supporting each other?
The pieces in the programme switch between silent film/ imageless sound, but we wanted to have a think about how ideas can take up residency on either side of the sound/ image border, without having to inhabit both at the same time.
Killer of Sheep is an undisputed masterpiece of African-American filmmaking and one of the most poetic, perceptive dramas ever made about family and community.
Some of the most breathtaking, delicate and smoke filled guitar playing this side of Loren Connors or the quieter sides of Keiji Haino.
A temporary archive and research space tracing the ways in which sound and audition move through everyday life.
Sex worker only Collective Art Workshop led by the Hard Labour project from Scotland for Decrim.
Includes: a £20 note, stock fluctuations, an examination of words in the video medium, a linguistic challenge for your mind, a frame by frame dissection 50 words, shop front poetry, image and language head to head and newspapers under the microscope.
A series of events organised by the Vogue’ology collective from the House Ballroom community in New York grounded in the scenes history of autonomous, self-organised struggle and a shared investment in collective art practices and how those intersect with the multiple and often divergent struggles for freedom.
Cardboard boxes, metal guitar, critical homage, attempts to describe things you can’t describe. A one-man Grand Guignol school play.
An utterly deep introspection told in aching, weeping guitar lines; melodic, simple, always minimal but somehow entirely epic.
Simple maths and stringent scored instructions move precise frequencies and clicks to create a dense, fluctuating environment of standing waves and physical sound.