See Noise Hear Light Sunday
Arrington de Dionyso Eye Contact Kiyoharu Kuwayama Maryanne Amacher Matt Hulse Rina Kijima Tetsuya Umeda
Freeform Super 8mm documentation of Sunday at Instal 06 by filmmaker Matt Hulse.
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Freeform Super 8mm documentation of Sunday at Instal 06 by filmmaker Matt Hulse.
Italian duo of brothers Maurizio and Roberto Opalio utilising an array of acoustic and electric guitars, various toy-instruments and toy-microphones.
Rhodri Davies plays two deconstructed harps. Lee Patterson examines the sonic properties of burning nuts.
‘Ten Pieces in the Form of Painful Variations’ for piano, an impossible score that looks like a grapeshot musical stave, a text of barbed loathing and doubt – an anti-composition.
Robin Hayward – exploring the micro-sounds of a tuba, filling slowly with sand.
The club as a community and a site for performed politics: deep/ queer house, vogue femme, lipsync and ballroom.
Simon Morris is joined by Nick Thurston as they attempt to read aloud whilst peddling on exercise bikes.
Dir. Nicolas Philibert
Documentary of La Borde clinic in France and its radical politics of experimentation, in which residents and staff reciprocate in a kind of entanglement, an opening up amongst themselves.
A concrete walkway ending in mid air, a ridiculously tight squeeze between three office buildings and various other sites of Labour politician and council leader T. Dan Smith’s modernist regeneration projects and ‘slum clearances’ of the 1950’s and 60’s.
Ellis’s processional, precessional cessation and continuation of movement and music comes to us via his forthcoming release Aster of Ceremonies (Milkweed Editions, 2023)
A beautifully crisp, slowly evolving duo for cello and projected images. Abstract but still figurative; change only noticeable after the fact.
Poems are kisses, fists, and underground rivers. For all these reasons and many more, I am a poet.