Baby Dee
Baby Dee
Former street performer, organist, performance artist, circus performer, harpist, accordion player, tree surgeon and tricyclist performing solo.
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Former street performer, organist, performance artist, circus performer, harpist, accordion player, tree surgeon and tricyclist performing solo.
Freeform Super 8mm documentation of Sunday at Instal 06 by filmmaker Matt Hulse.
Quartet improvisation by Klaus Filip – laptop, Radu Malfatti – trombone, Sean Meehan – snare & cymbals, Taku Unami – rice and dish.
Taking The Futurist Cinema’ manifesto and turning it into software to track ‘aluminium’ online, tracing relationships companies with interests in aluminum had to each other and other agencies.
Seven women recite monologues composed from texts from the vibrant years of the Weimar Republic. A kind of cultural echo: an experience of histories brought to the present.
Umeda is a Japanese artist who is as fascinated in setting up interesting situations to observe, as he is in creating performances.
ACCESS: SOUND FILE A day-long salon accompanying KYTN focusing on sound art.
AVVA sees the internal feedback of Toshi’s no-input mixing desk is fed to Billy, and transformed into bright and variegated patters, striations and blooming colour, before being fed back to Toshi and manipulated on route to the PA.
A dialogical meeting of Baraka’s radical poetry and Grimes’ free jazz syncopation.
Stripping back the domesticated ‘meaning’ of (everyday, mundane, kitchen) tools to reveal “a lexicon of rage and frustration.” Plus an allegorical use of mundane, everyday things as an examination of how meaning is constructed in film.
Michael Colligan pressing white hot metal into dry ice, causing the metal to sing and scream.
Goofily deformed, deeply thought vocal jams: like the sound of your own breath rushing through your head.