Panteha Abareshi
Panteha Abareshi
Amid the blur of erotics, the jangle of poetics, and the fetishizing of sickness and disability, the heat of Panteha’s performance and sculpture freezes all.
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Amid the blur of erotics, the jangle of poetics, and the fetishizing of sickness and disability, the heat of Panteha’s performance and sculpture freezes all.
Ex-Decaer Pinga and CKDH rodeo queens; regular ladynoise hoedown gets gatecrashed by sonic chunder-huffing remedial clatter boys.
Thuja specialise in a unique and abstract folk music, a devoutly organic tapestry deeply rooted in the sway and bow of nature.
Slowly evolving ultra-subtle harmonics and multi-tracked, otherworldly drones that only reveal their true power at high volume.
A life force of ecstatic clarity capable of loquacious bursts of affirmation.
How does this practice, that simultaneously resists and honours the distinctions between these genres, materials and senses, determine the inhabitation of another: a convergence of aesthetic and social experimentation?
In this interactive workshop, Dean Spade, author of Mutual Aid, will share key principles, explore common challenges in mutual aid work, and offer tools for working through them.
A cinema of the mind, a film to take place in the viewers’ imagination(s).
Jacobs’ pulsing and abstract 3D Nervous Magic Lantern performance grounded by Eric La Casa’s manipulated recordings of everyday locations.
All ticket income goes directly to We Will Rise – a group of migrants, refugees, asylum seekers and their allies who have come together to End Immigration Detention in the UK.
A film performance about Guy then, and Guy now, as a metaphor for the passing of time, which of course all film is inherently about.
Goofily deformed, deeply thought vocal jams: like the sound of your own breath rushing through your head.