Sound Cuts
Guy Sherwin
Noise music for the eyes. A 6 screen 16mm projection performance of intense audio and visual stimulus.
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Noise music for the eyes. A 6 screen 16mm projection performance of intense audio and visual stimulus.
An audio/ video, lecture/ performance exploring the queer and companionly inter-activity of human-animal relations.
Tormented and drawn-out high-pitched yelps and drones, all interleaved with periods of torpid silence.
An original and beautifully simple performed installation forging a direct link between sound and image.
Haunted by the archive of the New Cross Fire, Jay Bernard presents a film and poetry reading that undertakes a queer exploration of black British history, reconstructed from archives and apparent debris.
A life force of ecstatic clarity capable of loquacious bursts of affirmation.
Introducing and setting intentions for a crip grief transformation and witness altar. A place to sit and breathe, remember our dead, wash our hands and leave offerings to and for loved ones we’ve lost – and for ourselves.
In Ramayya’s visionary poetry, the body assumes as many forms as love produces states: attraction and repulsion, excitement and exhaustion, selfishness and the dissolution of self.
Imagery, drawn from what seems like hundreds of different films is overlaid and combined in a promissory rainbow of new meanings and impossible scenarios, with the unsettling feel of daylight shadows.
In Our Hands is a nine week programme of workshops exploring radical approaches to health and collective care in the movement for liberation and social justice.
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.
An utterly deep introspection told in aching, weeping guitar lines; melodic, simple, always minimal but somehow entirely epic.