Resistance Renewed: Art / S*x / Work / Activism
Chaoying Rao
A whistle stop tour of visual and material culture that has anchored the sex workers rights movement through the decades until today.
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A whistle stop tour of visual and material culture that has anchored the sex workers rights movement through the decades until today.
In which Storyboard P and members of Project X pick a song, freestyle to it, chat with us about what dancing means to them, then pick another song, freestyle, chat, repeat…
A black hole of dense heaviosity, full of slow motion riffage, tectonic pummel and massive planet destroying rock.
West Coast drone-age guitar grumbler/ consumer electronic reclaimer meets free-thinking clang/ chime/ drone bluesman of The East.
Sometimes delicate, sometimes harsh and jarring, Yagi’s koto solos are as much inspired by Nancarrow or Cage as they are traditional.
Nina’s going to talk about November, by Hito Steyerl: what and how the film thinks, or about what and how it might makes us think (which is connected, but not the same thing), by watching, and it discussing (with you?).
Come for the crip ingenuity; stay for the smooth feels of what it is to be each other’s everything.
Sean and Taku share an interest in structure, space and time. A spartan, abstract, considered and surprisingly musical set.
Do almost nothing: re-present (unaltered and arranged by chance) silent family home movies handed down to Flo, (Ken’s wife) and follow them with a “teach yourself Yiddish” cassette tape.
Thinking against the monoculturalism of Western thought—of faith, affection, sexuality and gender—which completely lacks any utility to, or descriptive value of Indigenous worldviews.
Thirty lucky Instal punters experience Kylie’s pre-match aggro workout one-on-one in the darkness of an Arches dressing room.
A sort of prayer and conference, a sort of scream and dialogue – a monologue and declaration at the time, addressing how we can build complicity with one another.