
Soulnessless – Cantos I-IV
Terre Thaemlitz
An audio and video investigation of gender cults, Catholicism, hauntings and nuns’ use of audio devices…
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An audio and video investigation of gender cults, Catholicism, hauntings and nuns’ use of audio devices…
A crash-course in pre-figurative, radical, queer, anti-racist, anti-police, anti-prison, anti-deportation abolitionist politics and trans-resistance.
“Hidden in the hands an alluvial transcription of reach and embrace. The final flickers of the body’s expression, caress and touch.” – boychild
Conceived of as a dual publication, video cassette and booklet, to be presented as an installation. The content of the videotape is the artist watching television.
A celebration of the release of four books written by members of, and focused on about the House and Ballroom scene.
A recently reanimated Ascension, with mighty Leeds drum hero Paul Hession bringing a dense polyrhythmic torrent into play with Jaworzyn’s reinvigorated piercing guitar.
Nothing if not repetitive, film is founded on the incremental succession of minute difference. But how does repetition of the same play out, and is it a tool to comment on the standardising repetition of the mass media?
The mutability of the body and the mobility of identity: queered pop culture, drag, lip-sync and performance.
Can we use sound, repetition and difference to personally and collectively engage with space, time and labour?
Part old-fashioned Renaissance man, part hardcore avant-gardist, the Canadian painter-photographer-filmmaker-musician gives full vent to his genius in the exhilarating perceptual vaudeville, named after the ‘central region’ of tissue that acts as a conduit between the brain’s two hemispheres.
A chat, with examples (Zola, H. P. Lovecraft, Hammer Horror), about blackness and the sheer stupid thickness of what has no profundity whatsoever.
A loud, buzzing stew of electrical light as noise and convulsive electric guitar squall.