Christmas Tree Stand
Bruce McClure
A stroboscopic and intense sensory overload of flashing abstract forms, cut to ribbons by modified projectors.
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A stroboscopic and intense sensory overload of flashing abstract forms, cut to ribbons by modified projectors.
Akio Suzuki and John Butcher performing in an old underground reservoir in Fife.
ACCESS: SOUND FILE A day-long salon accompanying KYTN focusing on sound art.
How can we imagine bodies not as an end in themselves, but as a medium through which we can become one another’s means?
Nikos played every note that it’s possible to play on the cello, all played back as a one hour drone, while the cello was turned to powder and bottled.
Transfeminist, communist, revolutionary poetry that refuses to flinch. Nat Raha presents new work in the nine.
In many ways, this Episode is our attempt to engage with Fred’s incredible writing: with his proposal that all black performance (culture, politics, sexuality, identity, and blackness itself) is improvisation.
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?
Dead Labour Process drool-tape farmer, squeaking/creaking Usurper brother and Peeesseye’s yodelling traps-man hold a real OUT splutter party.
There exist places in our towns and cities that are created not by design, but by circumstance. Shadowed Spaces was a tour of overlooked, bypassed and unconsidered nooks and crannies with 3 musicians.
Heat-mapped bodies, found porn films, Korean psyche-folk, creepy police intrusion and self-defence.
A kind of performed installation of searing noise and silence, where we’re not sure who the performer is, when it starts or ends or even who it’s for.