House
Eric La Casa Jean-Luc Guionnet
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.
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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.
A performance for dry ice and four specially constructed steel tables, each one heated by a single candle until searingly hot.
Jarrod Fowler creates a social space where layered one-to-one live encounters with the audience become sonic material.
A beautifully crisp, slowly evolving duo for cello and projected images. Abstract but still figurative; change only noticeable after the fact.
Work for cello, percussion, contra bassoon and cherbulum commissioned for Instal in collaboration with Paragon
From really simple, open instructions, An Unrhymed Chord creates a kind of half-way point between composition and improvisation.
Can our favourite Vegas-born poet of prophetic blackness and a South Central transmuter of social rage into beauty feel through each other?
Quintessentially British, The Bohman Brothers’ music is a home-made and DIY conflux of some of the most virulent strains of experimental music.
Percussion used to explore the social construction of space
Life drawing class for artists of all genders, backgrounds and levels of ability, 18+. Draw strippers and sex workers as they perform their usual club routines, in a different context; from the strip club to the art gallery.
Hartmut is going to talk a little about his work at large and the politics of how his films are constructed. And we’ll screen one of his best films: B-52.
A confrontational and somehow shamanic stance; introspective silences shattered by savage jabs at the strings, whirlwind strums dying into spartan chords