Junko
Junko
Harrowing but musical confrontations with the very real, physical and aural trauma of a woman screaming.
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Harrowing but musical confrontations with the very real, physical and aural trauma of a woman screaming.
Laser beam sine tones used to draw delicate, abstract patterns by vibrating charcoal, placed atop of a great strip of paper running through the gallery; beautiful, fragile sound-created autonomous drawing.
A multi-speaker, electronic, spacious and spatial performance from Florian Hecker.
In a moment of social exhaustion, we want to ask how we might care for each other differently. We Can’t Live Without Our Lives is a 5-day exploration of care as a form of struggle and resistance, with communities who embody it.
“I am truly without faith. In a media marketplace that demands soulness, I can only offer soulnessless.”
A chat, with examples (Zola, H. P. Lovecraft, Hammer Horror), about blackness and the sheer stupid thickness of what has no profundity whatsoever.
A double bill of Morgan Fisher films that ask what can be achieved by a simple structural method of commenting on scraps of 35mm film, re-shot on 16mm film and what happens to meaning (if anything) when ‘insert shots’ are relieved of their original duty of providing crucial plot development for a variety of other movies?
Sometimes delicate, sometimes harsh and jarring, Yagi’s koto solos are as much inspired by Nancarrow or Cage as they are traditional.
Our favourite Lancashire-born autodictact asks what’s political about the tension between the individual and the collective in free jazz.
Three documentary films exploring diverse realities of sex workers around the world followed by a closing ceremony of the festival.
Robin Hayward – exploring the micro-sounds of a tuba, filling slowly with sand.
Come for the crip ingenuity; stay for the smooth feels of what it is to be each other’s everything.