Become What You Are
Dawn Kasper
Slapstick comedy, monologue, and a kind of live sculpture transformed through video, props, musical instruments and make-up.
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Slapstick comedy, monologue, and a kind of live sculpture transformed through video, props, musical instruments and make-up.
The Tower performance at KYTN throws into that mix the 70’s fluxus light shows and films of Jeff Perkins and other filmic interventions tuned to their unique frequency.
A chorister attempting to sing Vivaldi, with live accompaniment, while trampolining for 20 minutes.
Improvising violinist Angharad Davies performing with pianists Tisha Mukarji and Andrea Neumann.
Can a musician create a sonic photograph; something with a depth of field, where you can hear sounds and their interconnections, much as you see objects and their relationships in a photo? Could a filmmaker use musical concepts to represent landscape?
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 movement-based workshop on Krump and the politics of how we teach, learn and listen with our bodies. Move with us!
An evening of live performances, readings & saucy rococo cakes celebrating the launch of Truth and Lies – An Anthology of Writing and Art by Sex Workers.
Dub is strange. A conversation with Edward George and Dhanveer Brar.
A Study Session focused on the thinking of Ailton Krenak – one of the great leaders of the Brazilian indigenous movement – led by curators and artists Amilcar Packer Arissana Pataxó.
A dense materialist experience at the limits of contemporary computer music, drawing on Korean Shamanism and Communism; striving to create a strange new vibration to the world that seems to contain the seed of everything.
Guitar solo where inscrutable, minute electric sounds are excavated by palms that smother and strangle, that wring sound from the fretboard, from behind the bridge.