
Personal Space
Aileen Campbell Neil Davidson
Personal Spaces: inversion of a territorial bell, confusing the realms between rehearsal and performance, public and private space.
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Personal Spaces: inversion of a territorial bell, confusing the realms between rehearsal and performance, public and private space.
A bodiless treatise on narration, bored speakers, audience misbehaviour and police megaphones, but: is anybody listening?
This closing session will be a space for reflection and feedback. We can discuss ways we can share what we’ve learned and explored with our wider communities. We can talk about if we want to do more sessions and /or projects together.
‘Ten Pieces in the Form of Painful Variations’ for piano, an impossible score that looks like a grapeshot musical stave, a text of barbed loathing and doubt – an anti-composition.
A multi-speaker, electronic, spacious and spatial performance from Florian Hecker.
Somewhere between performance, stripped down theatre and an intense kind of public learning or maybe even a public hearing.
Austrian guitarist who specialises in a warm digital deconstruction of guitar noise
A public walk from George Square to the Barras market bringing contributions from researchers, activists and artists in a form of live critical praxis
What might Carter and Parker’s collaboration tell us about our own performances of responsibility and liberty, whether individual, social or musical?
Four intimate 45 minute sessions, readings of your political questions – using Tarot, Palmistry, Reiki, Astrology, and Philosophy, and the invented methods of Fake and Political Therapy.
Julius Eastman’s Evil Nigger for 4 pianos performed by Joe Kubera, Kate Thompson, David Murray, Alan Fearon and Simon Passmore.
Dworkin asks: What would a non-expressive poetry look like? A poetry of intellect rather than emotion?