John Lee Clark
John Lee Clark
An invitation into languages field of touch; to speak in feeling together.
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An invitation into languages field of touch; to speak in feeling together.
Stripping back the domesticated ‘meaning’ of (everyday, mundane, kitchen) tools to reveal “a lexicon of rage and frustration.” Plus an allegorical use of mundane, everyday things as an examination of how meaning is constructed in film.
Improvising violinist Angharad Davies performing with pianists Tisha Mukarji and Andrea Neumann.
Individual experience separated by physical boundaries (of space, time or ability) suggested as communities of collective experience by (perhaps voyeuristic) artists.
A guitar solo of frugal wringing, of notes in the dark, an attitude of making everything count.
Multiple images, glimpses of old films, abstract images in the midst of an electro-acoustic sound field of tape loops & analogue synthesizers
A Performance exploring the nature of acousmatic listening; sound removed from visual context and understood for it’s own properties.
Includes: solar flares, insect fireworks, a new film from Ian Helliwell, pulsating glaciers, an apple being eaten alive, sea ravaged stock, crushed blackberries and film that has literally risen from the grave.
Can we use sound, repetition and difference to personally and collectively engage with space, time and labour?
A dance party love letter to our community, expressing the joy of relation in the abstract and through actual physical proximity.
A silent collage of found film footage partially layered with computer graphics to provide a framework in which live music can develop.
A riot of 60’s psychedelia, magick, ritual and tight black leather, this programme highlights underground innovators who use and subvert pop music for their own experimental ends; and be warned, in Anger, there’s real darkness.