Sandra Gibson, Luis Recoder & Daniel Menche
Luis Recoder Sandra Gibson Daniel Menche
A collaborative performance where sound and image are created, performed and mediated by light, water and glass.
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A collaborative performance where sound and image are created, performed and mediated by light, water and glass.
Can we use sound, repetition and difference to personally and collectively engage with space, time and labour?
An improvised film about our worlds at the brink, on the edge, in front of a crisis. To stand on the side of life, by seeing the resistance to genocide in Palestine as a turning point to overcome.
Electronic music, time, thought, the word, and consecutive matters
A series of badly felted lock-ups and garages + multiple locations within the Megastructure – a purpose built town centre in one building, comprising (in the 50’s at least) of housing (never occupied), shops, apartments, a hotel, ice rink, police station and other amenities
Rhodri Davies plays two deconstructed harps. Lee Patterson examines the sonic properties of burning nuts.
Recently rediscovered but still very pertinent, Kino Beleške presents a series of speech acts and performative gestures by protagonists of the new artistic practice in former Yugoslavia: each a personal take on the role of art in society.
An original and beautifully simple performed installation forging a direct link between sound and image.
When we look, how do we objectify the body; how can we reflect on our (self) image as a construction?
Torrential, wrenching wordless wails, guttural screams and roars, a Haino solo vocal performance.
In this workshop we will imagine ourselves as time travellers from a glorious and chaotic neurodivergent-led future.
A confrontational and somehow shamanic stance; introspective silences shattered by savage jabs at the strings, whirlwind strums dying into spartan chords