Christian Marclay’s Screen Play
John Butcher Paul Lovens Steve Beresford Christian Marclay
A silent collage of found film footage partially layered with computer graphics to provide a framework in which live music can develop.
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A silent collage of found film footage partially layered with computer graphics to provide a framework in which live music can develop.
Investigating the border between the audible and the visible means looking at the margins, the edges of creativity where artists test out new boundaries and define them anew.
One-shot sonic portraits of 4 houses, their inhabitants and their relationship to sound, from 2 of the most deep-thinking field-recording artists around.
Laser beam sine tones used to draw delicate, abstract patterns by vibrating charcoal, placed atop of a great strip of paper running through the gallery; beautiful, fragile sound-created autonomous drawing.
Black Boned Angel’s is a rock sound, stripped of all extraneous detail right down to its core, stretched out and nailed to the ceiling.
Investigate film as language, via the language of film reduced to the basic units of film and language. A film as text in which each frame is a single word.
A confrontational and somehow shamanic stance; introspective silences shattered by savage jabs at the strings, whirlwind strums dying into spartan chords
A performed installation by one of Germany’s most interesting visual artists, based on edited transcripts of the 1961 trial of Adolf Eichmann in Jerusalem and the writings of Hannah Arendt
How do communities formed under the duress of violent othering and the joy of solidarity – such as ballroom culture, Black diasporas, Zapatistas – reform bonds of kinship?
Writing that shows us that, even in struggle, there is light to be let in.
Torrential, wrenching wordless wails, guttural screams and roars, a Haino solo vocal performance.
Whether drawing their own fractured, abstract narrative, or re-contextualising, chewing up and spitting out someone else’s, each of the films here take a dramatic arc as their starting point and throw it to the wind.