Lab 451 | 1st February 2014

Lab 451 is a platform for multi-talented international artists that explore performance as one of their versatile practices. On a journey with raconteurs sprinkling an inch of conceptual art, raw happenings, soundscape & experimental impromptus music accompanied by merry troubadours, poets declaiming their thirst, wicked opera singers, theatreoholics; performers of all kind feasting on the possibilities to encapsulate their unframed vision of our era”…

featuring artists:

Stella Grasso (stellagrasso.wordpress.com)

Gerald Curtis (navigateworkshop.tumblr.com)

Victor Esses

Leonora Aunstrup

Oliver Evelyn-Rahr (youtube.com/watch?v=DdwaR8DBuUc)

Ivor Lloyd

Sitron Panopoulos (sitronpoetry.com)

Sadie Edginton (cargocollective.com/sadieedginton)

Ram Samocha (samocha.com)

Louise Ashcroft (louiseashcroft.info)

Chris Woltman (cwoltman.com)

Tex Royale (vimeo.com/texroyale)

Geraldine Gallavardin (youtube.com/watch?v=ISFCoij-3wY)

Jake Harrison

Sam Hacking (samhacking.com)

David Medalla (tate.org.uk/context-comment/video/tateshots-david-medalla)

Daniel Kupferberg (danielkupferberg.dk)

Anu Bankole (anubankole.tumblr.com)

Rescue A Family (rescueafamily.net)

Choterina Freer (choterinafreer.net)

Joanne Houghton

Melanie Coles (melanie-coles.com)

Peng Zuqiang (pengzuqiang.com)

Oberon White (oberonwhite.tumblr.com)

Priya Saujani (utopriya.com)

Calum F. Kerr (vimeo.com/calumfkerr )

Miyuki Kasahara (miyukikasahara.com)

Latana Phoung (latanaphoung.book.fr)

Adam Nankervis (museumman.org/news/index.php)

The idea of Lab 451 is that of a moveable laboratory for international artists to express & emphasize through their own unique art form; a language, whom as a Freedom embodies the way we see & represent the world around us.

The title refers to the dystopian novel from the American writer Ray Bradbury published in 1953 during the McCarthy era & the French New Wave filmmaker Fransois Truffaut who wrote & directed a film adaptation of that novel in 1966.

Everyone must leave something behind when he dies, my grandfather said. A child or a book or a painting or a house or a wall built or a pair of shoes made. Or a garden planted. Something your hand touched some way so your soul has somewhere to go when you die, and when people look at that tree or that flower you planted, you’re there.

It doesn’t matter what you do, he said, so long as you change something from the way it was before you touched it into something that’s like you after you take your hands away. The difference between the man who just cuts lawns and a real gardener is in the touching, he said. The lawn-cutter might just as well not have been there at all; the gardener will be there a lifetime.

– Ray Bradbury, Fahrenheit 451