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we record ourselves

I’m not long back from Ferness in Scotland where I had the pleasure to work with Owa Barua, Katrina McPherson, and Natalia Barua on a screen project responding to the Margaret Morris archive. We’d done some initial testing in March this year when we developed a type of performance-screen-camera practice. This second development time was an opportunity to gather more materials but also figure out how we might edit the work together (and apart).

We made two things: an 8 minute single screen (dance) film, and a 22 screen installation.

Here’s the single screen film:

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We Record Ourselves was commissioned by Horsecross Arts for Threshold artspace, and acquired for the Horsecross Arts collection of contemporary art. Premièred as part of Movement exhibition, 15 Oct 2016 — 15 Jan 2017 at Threshold artspace, Perth Concert Hall, Scotland. Movement: an homage to Margaret Morris in drama, dance, music and film; curated by Iliyana Nedkova and Wendy Timmons.

Still from 22 screen installation:

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