See Noise Hear Light Friday
Blood Stereo Ellen Fullman Jason Lescalleet Ludo Mich Matt Hulse Nmperign Oshiri Penpenz Sean Meehan
Freeform Super 8mm documentation of Friday at Instal 06 by filmmaker Matt Hulse.
Arika have been creating events since 2001. The Archive is space to share the documentation of our work, over 600 events from the past 20 years. Browse the archive by event, artists and collections, explore using theme pairs, or use the index for a comprehensive overview.
Freeform Super 8mm documentation of Friday at Instal 06 by filmmaker Matt Hulse.
An occasion for commotion, and a chorus of motions. Choreography rotating your revolutions and then some.
A beautifully crisp, slowly evolving duo for cello and projected images. Abstract but still figurative; change only noticeable after the fact.
A performed reflection on Malin’s previous re-enacting of a super influential landmark of performance art from the French feminist and artist Gina Pane.
Personal Spaces: inversion of a territorial bell, confusing the realms between rehearsal and performance, public and private space.
What to do about a telethon other than fuck it up? Poet, tarotist, artist, and librarian Cyrée Jarelle Johnson returns to IWBWYE to read the 1980s and ’90s for what those decades were: practice for now.
What happens when you are engaged in a deep and extended artistic practice that intersects between literature and music, notation and improvisation, sight and sound?
Inspired by Delany’s Aye, and Gomorra. A spookily filmic world where asexual bodies live in the contradiction of their unarousable loneliness and desire for intimacy and contact.
Instead of the one-way monologue of normal performance, what would be the result of an actual collective dialogue? Where would it go?
Journalist and underground music champion Alan Cummings talks to Keiji Haino about his career and his performance the previous evening.
If life is assaulted by power, where do we find spaces for living? A conversation with Peter Pál Pelbart.
Black Boned Angel’s is a rock sound, stripped of all extraneous detail right down to its core, stretched out and nailed to the ceiling.