home for bone
January 26, 2015
the candied thing
December 2, 2014
Collaboration in progress: Johnny Forever and Gambletron
September 12, 2014
Detail of crocheted prism for the set of Gambletron and Forever’s upcoming RUSAŁKA. Yarn with wood frame. 5′ x 2′ x 1.5′
HOME FIERCE HOME soft sculpture installation by Johnny Forever. Yarn. Approximately 15′ in total length
From TRUST MY GUT: A Drag Opera Surgery by Johnny Forever and Marisa Hoicka as performed at Toronto’s XPACE for FADO 2011
Johnny Forever performing as Mini Maul in original crocheted rope costume at the Heels on Wheels Roadshow in Montreal 2014
Gambletron’s AM RADIO OSCILLATIONS at the Darling Foundry in Montreal 2013
Gambletron (playing the saw with her radio theremin) with Jen Reimer for Innovations in Concert at the Sala Rosa in Montreal 2013
Gambletron’s FIELD TRIP. Premiered November 16th 2012 as part of the HTMlles Festival 10
I am fed.
July 29, 2014
Call upon
July 21, 2014
fairweather forge
April 15, 2014
passage
April 8, 2014
open
March 4, 2014
Gambletron with Johnny Nawracaj: We are at the fucking beach
January 20, 2014
“Meanwhile, deep ashore
We are building a boat
We are living an island
We are at the fucking beach
it’s a parking lot at the bottom of the block.”
Sometime in the near future a crocheted sculptural environment will surround Gambletron in the newest incarnation of her electronic radio noise extravaganza. Johnny Nawracaj has created a series of large, three-dimensional geometric radio antennas crocheted in soft, conductive wire. The pyramidal antennas are an extension of Gambletron’s radio Theramin. They grow from yarn structures emulating the video glitches and fractal patterns generated live by Nawracaj in a video projection accompanying Gambletron as she performs.
Britney//Alice
January 16, 2014
I’ve lucky to live down
Likelihoods tearing seams and pierced
I fortress hold idolatresss
Cut my own hair
Telling lilies under the wall
Graves loose and close
Earth piled and piled
The way back up the hands will hold
Fold one over the other
After loss and mother father all mixed up
Puppy to come home
Lick your feet
And we walk snows at light down