COLLECTIVE ART WORKSHOP
Scotland for Decrim
Sex worker only Collective Art Workshop led by the Hard Labour project from Scotland for Decrim.
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Sex worker only Collective Art Workshop led by the Hard Labour project from Scotland for Decrim.
A back and forth between Fred and Fernando on the transits and obstructions between mathematics and poetics, and how both help us to think from the other side.
Summing up of the investigations with a reflection on what has been done that week and what could be done the next.
Every aspect of every film is always about more than just film. Or, as Godard said: a tracking shot is a moral issue. A cross between a festival, magazine and discussion about experimental artists’ films.
A whistle stop tour of visual and material culture that has anchored the sex workers rights movement through the decades until today.
The reknowned artist Kjell Bjørgeengen works collaboratively with innovative musicians to make complex installations. Channels of flickering light are produced in response to and from sound.
Jandek’s second ever live performance, and the first to be advertised in advance.
Why won’t the idea of the particle or individual go away? Is the measurement problem in physics a documentary film issue? What can a human be without its crutches of life-time and measure?
No Wave, damaged garage jams and crazed instant vocal shrieks.
A series of three short performed situations and statements to be examined or judged from the most interesting young musician in Glasgow (we think).
Chip’s written some of the greatest of all Sci-Fi and Fantasy—page turning character driven diamond-hard novels and short stories: each a lens that refracts our real-life struggles and desires.
Los Glissandinos work with clarinet and sine tones beating and thrumming in your middle ear, all beautifully paced and serene, but with just enough steely menace broiling under the surface to keep you on edge.