
Untitled Hand Dance
boychild
“Hidden in the hands an alluvial transcription of reach and embrace. The final flickers of the body’s expression, caress and touch.” – boychild
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“Hidden in the hands an alluvial transcription of reach and embrace. The final flickers of the body’s expression, caress and touch.” – boychild
Goofily deformed, deeply thought vocal jams: like the sound of your own breath rushing through your head.
Trans-temporal drag, sexuality and the re-staging of illegible moments in history.
Ever wondered about the roadside festoons which are the innards of discarded cassette tapes? All will be revealed in this methodical and insightful documentary by UK luminary John Smith and sound artist cohort Graeme Miller.
A mixture of investigation groups, live performances, screenings and installations at DCA; the festival looked to strip back music, sound, film and moving image to their core ideas and explore them with artists and audiences.
Where we join Nackt Insecten’s disembodied spectral howls and heavyweight locomotive drones about SPT’s Subway.
Our favourite Lancashire-born autodictact asks what’s political about the tension between the individual and the collective in free jazz.
Tormented and drawn-out high-pitched yelps and drones, all interleaved with periods of torpid silence.
We’ll be looking at reframing trauma, how we might understand trauma in the bodymindsoul, taking a look at the physiology of trauma, forms of trauma, and at ways to mitigate and heal trauma.
How can we imagine bodies not as an end in themselves, but as a medium through which we can become one another’s means?
Ubuntu Women Shelter, National Ugly Mugs and the Sex Workers Union warmly invite you to a generative conversation (and Q&A) about the needs and rights of migrant sex workers in Scotland.
Is it possible to dance our way out of the hardened stances and identity prisons we are locked in?