So Is This
Michael Snow
Investigate film as language, via the language of film reduced to the basic units of film and language. A film as text in which each frame is a single word.
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Investigate film as language, via the language of film reduced to the basic units of film and language. A film as text in which each frame is a single word.
Now a two day festival, INSTAL 04 was borne of a desire to open eyes, challenge audiences and expand musical horizons. This was also the year in which a certain representative from Corwood Industries made his first ever live appearance.
During Episode 9 we made this clip with Storyboard P at Kinning Park Complex. Video by Ash Reid.
IN OUR LIFETIME, is an anti-imperialist resource, edited by Hussein Mitha, produced by Arika for Episode 11, featuring poetry, essays, questions, prompts, letters and works of anti-colonial imaginary.
Cask-strength electrohypnol/ shroom damaged folk croonings by Lapsed Electronics empire builder responsible for recent Tremors blowouts.
Juliana’s performances chart the dissonant space and discrepancy between the presumed fixed norms of social life and the fluid lived experience those norms don’t allow for.
Taku’s actions strip back musical performance to one of its original proposals: what is an action and how does it create a situation for spending time together, for paying attention?
A performed self-cancelling discussion, with artists from the festival, invited speakers and local artists talking at once, over each other, or straining to be heard over the din.
Work for cello, percussion, contra bassoon and cherbulum commissioned for Instal in collaboration with Paragon
Profound mathematical ideas for romantics, to help us linger in the difference we share.
Music is full of refracted brass and wind tones, distorted tape loops, dead silent air and the occasional piercing shard of sound.
What happens when you are engaged in a deep and extended artistic practice that intersects between literature and music, notation and improvisation, sight and sound?