
Film Programme: The Last Clean Shirt
Alfred Leslie
A parody of a (Manhattan) road movie and meditation on bifurcation, in paths traveled between the seen and the heard; a road trip played over and over from different perspectives.
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A parody of a (Manhattan) road movie and meditation on bifurcation, in paths traveled between the seen and the heard; a road trip played over and over from different perspectives.
Paul Sharits is one of our all time heroes, and one of the great artist filmmakers of the 20th Century.
The weeks previous TLRS daily radio shows, after-hours conversations, radio booths and special guests reassembled as a live electroacoustic performance.
Psychedelic and intense, and featuring some of the most visually stunning, mesmerizing and transcendent experiences you can imagine, batten down the hatches for some of the boldest, most immersive and abrasive works in experimental cinema.
In this response to the Self Cancellation project, Lee Patterson dissolves medicine in glasses of water and explores the sonic content.
Slapstick comedy, monologue, and a kind of live sculpture transformed through video, props, musical instruments and make-up.
On the birthday of Marsha P. Johnson, this event brings together several elements that celebrate the radical care and kinship characteristic of the Trans revolutionary.
A short chat about what we (Arika) might be trying to do with our program for the Biennial.
Work for cello, percussion, contra bassoon and cherbulum commissioned for Instal in collaboration with Paragon
Arrive, get settled, be hosted and meet-up in IRL and URL.
A prison abolitionist punk video-poetry-music mash up about our fucked-up dystopian society, RoboCop, kids toys and criminality.
Guitar solo where inscrutable, minute electric sounds are excavated by palms that smother and strangle, that wring sound from the fretboard, from behind the bridge.