
Steven Anderson
Steven Anderson
Three short performances involving social exchange (jumpers, hats, glasses…) and singing (ballads)
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Three short performances involving social exchange (jumpers, hats, glasses…) and singing (ballads)
In Ramayya’s visionary poetry, the body assumes as many forms as love produces states: attraction and repulsion, excitement and exhaustion, selfishness and the dissolution of self.
The mutability of the body and the mobility of identity: queered pop culture, drag, lip-sync and performance.
I wanna be with you everywhere was a gathering of, by, and for disabled artists and writers and anyone who wanted to get with us for a series of crip meet-ups, performances, readings and other social spaces of surplus, abundance and joy.
Personal Spaces: inversion of a territorial bell, confusing the realms between rehearsal and performance, public and private space.
Profound mathematical ideas for romantics, to help us linger in the difference we share.
A somehow hyper-modern, ancient and folkloric lip-synced, made-up, fashioned performance.
Avant-wrongdoers Blood Stereo performing in Garthamlock the town spawned them.
Joan La Barbara presents works exploring the colour spectrum of a single pitch resonating in her skull, an evocation of bird song and circular singing.
An audio report for the NATOarts board of directors that seeks to promote global security and stability through the exhibition of works of conceptual art.
Includes: tamed TV snow, video feedback of racing particles, a remake of a polish photogram film destroyed in WWII, a visual and aural representation of Gestalt theory, hole-punched film and Guy Sherwin’s Cycles 3 double-projection.
A confrontational and somehow shamanic stance; introspective silences shattered by savage jabs at the strings, whirlwind strums dying into spartan chords