That time of year....

Meet the artists! Hear them talk. See new exhibitions. Have personalized tours. Shop at the pop-up shops. Visit the craft market. Let children build their own moulids (workshops). Get a book signed. Feel the music, see the dance, watch a film. 

QUOZhappens. Anything could. 

Alserkal Avenue. Find us too.

Red Sounds Like A High F

Neil Harbisson was born with a rare vision condition called achromatopsia; complete color blindness. 

"Since 2004, an antenna sticks out of my head that allows me to hear the color spectrum, from near infrared to near ultraviolet. My head has turned into a music box. I can hear the sky, I can listen to my mother's eyes and I can hear rainbows. 

I don't feel that I'm using technology, I don't feel that I'm wearing technology, I feel that I am technology. I don't perceive my antenna as a device, I perceive it as a part of my body, I perceive it as an organ."

So these would sound like 440 Hz and under (F# and under). Earplugs, anyone? 

Andre Butzer

Sara Rahbar

Ghazel

Pseudo-Synesthesia

So turns out finding yourself plagued all day by a song stuck in your head that you haven't heard in a while may actually be from something we saw. 

"According to a study headed by scientist Stephen Palmer, we are hardwired to associate anything from Mozart to Mumford & Sons with a particular hue from the color spectrum. Whether it's a classical composition or an indie pop ballad, we automatically make music-color connections based on how the various melodies make us feel [...] insinuating that humans might share a "common emotional palette" that can cross cultural barriers." (read the full article here)

Ohhh, art. 

Wonder what this one sounds like?

Philip Mueller

Fast Forward

WORK IT OUT - RJD2

Bill Shannon, the man flitting around effortlessly in this video, was born with a degenerative hip disease where his lower limbs physically cannot support his body weight; he has spent his entire life on crutches. "No legs"? No problem. The way he uses motion is a personalized, stylized, completely Bill-Shannon way of moving.

Not sure which is more aggravating, that feeling of "going nowhere fast" or this man who completely (and humbling-ly) obliterates us with facile movement for whining about that in the first place.

So... why is this relevant? 

Our November exhibition: something to do with going nowhere fast.