Music
Some forms we can only know by their shadow. In homage to the spirits of space test dogs, or any being we use in the name of progress.
Music
Composer Olivia Block fashions a score for footage she shot of a happened-upon scene of fire and ice.
Director
Composer Olivia Block fashions a score for footage she shot of a happened-upon scene of fire and ice.
Music
From dreamy aerial opening shots, we are sent on an expedition through the storied land of our fifth most populous state, Illinois, often called a miniature version of America. Deborah Stratman’s experimental documentary explores how physical landscapes and human politics can each re-interpret historical events. Eleven parables relay histories of settlement, removal, technological breakthrough, violence, messianism, and resistance. Who gets to write history—physical monuments, official news accounts, or personal spoken-word memories?
Sound Designer
Obscure signs portend a looming, indecipherable slump. An oracular decoding of the landscape.
Music
Since 2001, New York-based artists Sandra Gibson and Luis Recoder have collaborated on a series of performances and installations that transform the mundane mechanics of film projection into sublime experiences of light and space. The duo uses a system of film loops, crystals, and hand gestures to bend, reflect, and refract the projector's beam, recasting the theatrical space of the cinema into a unique medium for sculpting light. In their first-ever Chicago appearance together, Gibson and Recoder present their latest projector performance, developed with noted Chicago-based composer and sound artist, Olivia Block.
Director
A minimalist monochromatic film frame is projected through a glass pane fogged via a humidification system. The planular drift of the projected frame alters its course, bending here, diffracting there – keystoning its way through the darkness of a cinematic abyss.
Sound
A minimalist monochromatic film frame is projected through a glass pane fogged via a humidification system. The planular drift of the projected frame alters its course, bending here, diffracting there – keystoning its way through the darkness of a cinematic abyss.
