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Derek Lodge The Duty Managers
Artist Derek Lodge running a specially designed social space, somewhere for conversation, story-telling and interaction.
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Artist Derek Lodge running a specially designed social space, somewhere for conversation, story-telling and interaction.
This performance brings together film, text and speech and temporarily constructs a filmic space to think through questions of resistance, and the choice and consequence of action vs. inaction: what does it mean to choose to not take part?
Voguing, drag, clubbing, and the politics of communities making different performances of gender and sexuality visible.
How can we imagine bodies not as an end in themselves, but as a medium through which we can become one another’s means?
Improvising violinist Angharad Davies performing with pianists Tisha Mukarji and Andrea Neumann.
Do ideas emerging from particle physics help to re-think of blackness as a mode of life in which it’s possible to practice difference without separation?
A collaborative performance where sound and image are created, performed and mediated by light, water and glass.
A system in which oscillators shake The Arches, seismographs pick up the harmonics that are then amplified through massive sub-bass PA.
What kind of listening and acknowledging do we offer each other? What is it to listen to an ‘elsewhere’, and do we ever do anything else when we listen to music?
Personal Spaces: inversion of a territorial bell, confusing the realms between rehearsal and performance, public and private space.
A double bill. A simple first person, Dundee-specific tracking shot that approaches the cinema/ screen/ space the film will eventually be shown in and in Brazilian opera house, a fixed camera gazes at a local audience from the stage: a choir, hidden in the orchestra pit, sings and gradually fades to silence.
Blissed-out sun-dappled drone ragas of the highest order, with a metal-tinged signature sound of plucked and bowed strings.