Film Fest: Stories from sex workers’ rights movement around the world
Luca Stevenson Rori
Three documentary films exploring diverse realities of sex workers around the world followed by a closing ceremony of the festival.
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Three documentary films exploring diverse realities of sex workers around the world followed by a closing ceremony of the festival.
Taking over the gallery spaces at Dundee Contemporary Arts, the first Kill Your Timid Notion presented a 3 day programme of live immersive experiences and specially curated film programmes.
Chip will read some of his great literary pornography, which pushes sexuality to the point of extremity and exhaustion.
A poetic multi-screen performance about “the inadequacy of the arbitrary passing moment and the impossibility of permanence”. About time and change.
Two-parts Helhesten spit strangled shanties and cracked reeds from under a net of the Glasgow Improv Orchestra’s six-strings and one moustache.
Noise music for the eyes. A 6 screen 16mm projection performance of intense audio and visual stimulus.
A space to reflect on our own experiences with the police and explore more community and care-based ways of dealing with violence and difficulties in our lives.
Paper Piece: Secrets is a performance for and with the whole audience, using paper, text, secrets, being in the crowd
Open-ended, paradoxical and performed investigations into: misunderstanding, language games, form saturated with sense, and consecutive matters…
Solo organ performance by German composer Eva-Maria Houben, which focuses on ‘nearly nothing’ to expand the way we listen.
5 days of film, music, discussion and study of our collective incompleteness—arrayed against the colonial ordering of how we come to know the world—practicing how we might exist otherwise, right here and now. Can we start to know and practice the world to come?
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.