Neurotransgressive Fun Times: Time Travel Dyspractice Workshop
Daniel Oliver
In this workshop we will imagine ourselves as time travellers from a glorious and chaotic neurodivergent-led future.
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In this workshop we will imagine ourselves as time travellers from a glorious and chaotic neurodivergent-led future.
Can we use sound, repetition and difference to personally and collectively engage with space, time and labour?
This mini, late-night ball will include categories inspired by the events earlier in the weekend.
Do ideas emerging from particle physics help to re-think of blackness as a mode of life in which it’s possible to practice difference without separation?
What’s the best way to spend time with a musician when they visit a city to perform? And when the musician in question has a great deal to say, what sort of concert do you organise to do justice to that?
A glance at both analogue and digital processes; the clarity and precision of digital colour or the yawning, endless depth of dye and emulsion, our programme celebrates how both approaches revel in colour, saturation, hue and tone.
Somewhere between performance, stripped down theatre and an intense kind of public learning or maybe even a public hearing.
Real-time video feedback loops submerged in laminal sheets of sound soaked in gauzy timbral detail and multi-valenced, buzzing overtones.
All ticket income goes directly to We Will Rise – a group of migrants, refugees, asylum seekers and their allies who have come together to End Immigration Detention in the UK.
A programme of discontinuity between narration, text and image. Including Manual Saiz’s employment of John Malkovich’s Spanish dubbing double and Peter Rose’s absurdly hilarious concrete poetry subtitling chaos.
Dual projections of pulsating shards of film, treated in crystallized salts and dyes merge with the whirring of projectors, distilled into particles of sound.
A sound of buzzing and flickering metallic drones, glottal stops and guttural growls, and also an explosiveness and purity of sound that reminds you as much of Bill Dixon as anyone else.