Arika have been creating events since 2001. The Archive is space to share the documentation of our work, over 600 events from the past 20 years. Browse the archive by event, artists and collections, explore using theme pairs, or use the index for a comprehensive overview.
A discussion about what is at stake in the performance of realness and the practice of passing, and how they are both acts of survival and resistance.
Moor Mother is a musician, Philadelphian housing activist and black quantum futurist.
Using violin and cello the duo map out a twilight sonic world that seems to tread the faultlines between improvisation and composition.
Guitar and voice. Keening, droning and mourning. Be ready to release and bring your dis-ease.
Three iconic figures from the Japanese underground assembled as a trio to stand in for the advertised duo of Junko and Jerome Noetinger who was unable to attend the festival due to illness.
Dworkin asks: What would a non-expressive poetry look like? A poetry of intellect rather than emotion?
Taking The Futurist Cinema’ manifesto and turning it into software to track ‘aluminium’ online, tracing relationships companies with interests in aluminum had to each other and other agencies.
Trans-temporal drag, sexuality and the re-staging of illegible moments in history.
Each film in this programme celebrates process; the decay of emulsion, the properties of dust and dirt, the manipulation of time. Post the dawn of the digital age, we reflect on our love of the film form, celluloid as an object, a medium and a physical entity.
Like walking through the abstracted amalgamation of 30 or so storms, trays of water shaken by thunder, light bouncing off pools.
For musical chameleon Richard Youngs both his creative and family life are focused in the room that many of us consider the centre piece of our lives.
A performance, a radio show, an installation, an endurance test. A game of chance. Constantly broadcasting live, actor Tam Dean Burn will leave Tramway at the start of INSTAL and walk away from it, in an ever increasing spiral, for a day. Then he’ll walk back.
