
Kazuo Imai
Kazuo Imai
One of the most arresting and unique improvisers in Japan, creating an original and powerful body of free music.
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.
One of the most arresting and unique improvisers in Japan, creating an original and powerful body of free music.
Emotional fantasies, towers of cakes, identity troubles, collapsed distance and time and Samuel R. Delany’s rarely seen 1971 film The Orchid.
An audio and video investigation of gender cults, Catholicism, hauntings and nuns’ use of audio devices…
The mutability of the body and the mobility of identity: queered pop culture, drag, lip-sync and performance.
CCI Sound system: a performance in which new material will be mixed and phased between two huge PA’s, one a precise Meyer system, the other a huge wall of Marshall amps
Using violin and cello the duo map out a twilight sonic world that seems to tread the faultlines between improvisation and composition.
Work that focuses in on the static hiss and background noise of recording and pushes it to the fore.
Personal Spaces: inversion of a territorial bell, confusing the realms between rehearsal and performance, public and private space.
Slapstick comedy, monologue, and a kind of live sculpture transformed through video, props, musical instruments and make-up.
What’s the relationship between the eternal hum of the oceanic beloved and the persistence of vorticity in fluid dynamics? And how does Alice Coltrane’s harp help us stay there?
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.
Out of a dark haze, shafts of light emerge, as the emulsion is scratched from the surface of the film. Simultaneously, out of the black silence, noise and audible scratches bloom into a bright drone.