Paramedia
Yasunao Tone
A dense, hard, immersive, chaotic spatial performance in sound: a momentary gap in consciousness, free of order or decision.
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A dense, hard, immersive, chaotic spatial performance in sound: a momentary gap in consciousness, free of order or decision.
An audio/ video, lecture/ performance exploring the queer and companionly inter-activity of human-animal relations.
A beautifully crisp, slowly evolving duo for cello and projected images. Abstract but still figurative; change only noticeable after the fact.
Kanta is a young Japanese artist with a home-made, short circuited take on electronics and physical phenomena which he uses in performance to produce close circuit systems of audio / video feedback.
A cast of pioneering and provocative spirits who exist outside the mainstream, between borders and definitions; a series of events that each explore different aspects of music that doesn’t quite fit any given category. INSTAL 08 included the Self-Cancellation project.
Opening with one of the most memorable shots ever filmed, and screened a year after the initial successes of the 2011 Egyptian revolution, Too Soon, Too Late is a search for the traces left on the landscape of past revolutions in France and Egypt.
Can we find ideas of queer anarchism, failure and low theory in popular culture?
MICRO 1 – Wrap a live microphone with a very large sheet of paper. Make a light bundle. Keep the microphone live for another 5 minutes. T. Kosugi – (1961)
Guitar and voice. Keening, droning and mourning. Be ready to release and bring your dis-ease.
A full-blooded, emotional attempt to reinvigorate improvisation from a musically inclined philosopher and two philosophically inclined improvisers.
Dworkin asks: What would a non-expressive poetry look like? A poetry of intellect rather than emotion?
Is it possible to dance our way out of the hardened stances and identity prisons we are locked in?