Cello Powder
Nikos Veliotis
Nikos played every note that it’s possible to play on the cello, all played back as a one hour drone, while the cello was turned to powder and bottled.
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Nikos played every note that it’s possible to play on the cello, all played back as a one hour drone, while the cello was turned to powder and bottled.
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How do people living with disability see themselves in today’s sexualised culture? How do we imagine our crip sexual selves despite society wanting to reduce us to non-erotic bodies?
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A dance party love letter to our community, expressing the joy of relation in the abstract and through actual physical proximity.
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Personal Spaces: inversion of a territorial bell, confusing the realms between rehearsal and performance, public and private space.