Ink by Missy Bell / Mouse House Productions — A drifter and a tradesman square off in a battle for whose passion is most vital and whose need most pure.
“Ink” is a short film about two men vying for their needs in a dystopian world ravaged by global warming. This black and white satirical journey reveals two passionate artists trading in the only goods that matter in their shared passion and secret trade.
Yellow, by C. Alex Webster, is based on the 1892 short story The Yellow Wallpaper by Charlotte Perkins-Gilman, is an exploration of a woman’s internal life when the lights go off and the world fades away. Loneliness and being alone are two different things, but they can be experienced in tandem. How do we cope with loneliness? How do we manage our wild imaginations when our musings have nowhere to go? Who can we turn to for the “real truth,” and what does “real” even mean?
Stroke! The I/O Victim by Zen Sutherland — While hooked up to his homemade EEG music machine, zen Sutherland will be reading an experimental spoken word piece about a stroke victim who is trying to regain his ability to speak.
We Are So Fast by Tiffany Narron — Tiffany is a writer, by trade and at heart, who believes in both communication and the written word as valuable tools we can wield to help release that which binds, integrate the spirit with the physical, the logical with the dreaming, the individual in community. She writes poetic narrative, allowing the everyday flow of life to fuse with symbology, ritual, folklore, and spiritual reverence. She’ll be sharing a few poems to invite you into a dream-like space with her.
In Loving Memory - The Poet and Citizen Martha Whythblath by Justin Evans and Kristen Aldrich — The tragic drowning of Martha Whythblath was a shock to lovers of poetry everywhere, but especially to the people of Asheville. Her life and work re-established a classic and humane function of creative work, reinforcing emotional rationality, public communication, and the celebration of our intricately collaborative lives. She is not survived by any of us. As she so prophetically wrote: “We have all gone to sleep under the warm water with her. The celibate sun bleeds the last of its cold light on our winter hill.” Join us as we commemorate her life and work.