Arika have been creating events since 2001. The Archive is space to share the documentation of our work, over 600 events from the past 20 years. Browse the archive by event, artists and collections, explore using theme pairs, or use the index for a comprehensive overview.
A changing pool of people (40 or so at a time – artists, audiences, etc) talk for 90 minutes in a simultaneous series of open-ended round-table discussions, structured like speed dating, and mixed live as both a concert and for radio broadcast.
A temporary archive and research space tracing the ways in which sound and audition move through everyday life.
Freeform Super 8mm documentation of Sunday at Instal 06 by filmmaker Matt Hulse.
Transfeminist and revolutionary poetry, voice and timbral abstraction: a sounding and spatialising of reparative sonic and somatic practices that can speak back to violent histories of expropriation and ecocide.
2 days of online discussions and artists presentations exploring the cosmological, decolonial, sensorial practises of Black and Indigenous grass roots art, dance and music collectives in Brazil.
Dois dias de discussões e apresentações online de artistes explorando as práticas cosmológicas, decoloniais e sensoriais de coletivoas de arte, dança e música de base negra e indígena no Brasil.
Avant-wrongdoers Blood Stereo performing in Garthamlock the town spawned them.
During Episode 9 we made this clip with Storyboard P at Kinning Park Complex. Video by Ash Reid.
Summing up of the investigations with a reflection on what has been done that week and what could be done the next.
Giants of the Japanese avant-rock scene Ruins are a hardcore prog rock bass + drums duo led by drummer extraordinaire Tatsuya Yoshida and joined in Dundee by Sasaki Hisashi.
Haunted by the archive of the New Cross Fire, Jay Bernard presents a film and poetry reading that undertakes a queer exploration of black British history, reconstructed from archives and apparent debris.
A specially commissioned performance for organ. “The course of the stars were to be put to sound.”
An utterly deep introspection told in aching, weeping guitar lines; melodic, simple, always minimal but somehow entirely epic.
