Marc Baron
Marc Baron
Three speakers play back pre-recorded sounds, Marc listens and responds: “What is played is the imperfect witness of what I listen to (or maybe better, how I listen).”
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Three speakers play back pre-recorded sounds, Marc listens and responds: “What is played is the imperfect witness of what I listen to (or maybe better, how I listen).”
Heat-mapped bodies, found porn films, Korean psyche-folk, creepy police intrusion and self-defence.
A conversation between Philip and Moten: how do we read NourbeSe’s anti-narrative poetic lament in Glasgow today, given the city’s role in the history of slavery?
A Festival supporting the struggle for Sex Workers’ Rights: share knowledge, discuss, dance and strategise!
Exploring the interplay between punk sinewave aggression, high-speed video sequences and stroboscopic lighting
A community of those without community, for a community to come. A schizo-scenic video-collage of the disturbing ‘normality’ of Moby Dick.
Summer Solstice hang out IRL and URL on 21 June
A guitar solo of frugal wringing, of notes in the dark, an attitude of making everything count.
(Cyber)feminist, non-essentialist transgender and queer daily radio shows using the formula of morning radio as an arch way of thinking about the scripted behaviour and controlled empathy of systematic care.
Guitar and voice. Keening, droning and mourning. Be ready to release and bring your dis-ease.
Formed as a means to realise William Bennett’s goal of “a sound that could bludgeon an audience into submission”
A double bill. A simple first person, Dundee-specific tracking shot that approaches the cinema/ screen/ space the film will eventually be shown in and in Brazilian opera house, a fixed camera gazes at a local audience from the stage: a choir, hidden in the orchestra pit, sings and gradually fades to silence.