Sound Cuts
Guy Sherwin
Noise music for the eyes. A 6 screen 16mm projection performance of intense audio and visual stimulus.
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Noise music for the eyes. A 6 screen 16mm projection performance of intense audio and visual stimulus.
Work for cello, percussion, contra bassoon and cherbulum commissioned for Instal in collaboration with Paragon
A performed, open, public conversation about how we might think politics from the position of intuition, in which Denise and Valentina use un-reasonable tools to map out a hybrid poetical/ ethical reading of their own situations.
Freeform Super 8mm documentation of Sunday at Instal 06 by filmmaker Matt Hulse.
When one calls a strike, who hears the call, who attunes and listens to it? How to listen to the call of a strike? What prevents one from hearing this call or stops one from listening to it?
Inspired by the supernatural horror of H. P. Lovecraft, black metal and a sense of worry as to what constitutes an object, or a world.
Electronic music, time, thought, the word, and consecutive matters
60 minutes of hard ass minimal film, projected onto a weather balloon and accompanied by the inspired poetic rant of a visionary Frenchman.
Equal parts spectacle, installation and performance, his set for us is a specially developed work, ‘turning’, which features an orchestra of multiple turntables, 4 projections and a collection of old, and, quite probably, misfiring analogue kit.
Quasi-theatrical multiple-projector pieces play with the relationship between performers, art and audiences.
A saxophone. Handheld fans. Shrill squeaks. Splutters, gargling. An incredible diversity of sounds, intensely focused by an inventive musician.
Daniel Carter & Sabir Mateen’s trio with percussionist Andrew Barker; incessantly driving forward through sweat-drenched bursts of pure ecstatic freedom.