We are extremely proud to be working with Tate Liverpool to present Selector – a brand new collaboration that will merge the worlds of contemporary art and contemporary music. The series will launch with Turner Prize-winning artist Mark Leckey guest curating a range of events between 10th and 13th June, including an artist ‘In Conversation’ talk and three fascinating live events, under the title of Music From The Age Of Spiritual Machines.
Selector will explore the musical inspirations on Mark Leckey’s work, through conversation and performance, celebrating the influence music has on his art. Since the latter half of the 20th Century the relationship between music and art in contemporary culture has become increasingly entwined. Artists across genres are inspiring each other, breaking boundaries and experimenting with their practices. Selector is an opportunity to witness these artistic collisions, in a shared, immersive experience. RICHIE CULVER
Richie Culver is a multidisciplinary artist whose practice operates at the interstice of contemporary image culture, expanded sound, and post-documentary poetics. His work investigates the unstable architectures of memory, place, and digital subjectivity, examining how personal and collective narratives migrate across media and sediment within aesthetic form.
Richie Culver first realised he understood art at an afterparty. Growing up by the North Sea on the outskirts of Hull, the artist spent his formative years reckoning with the gravitational pull of his hometown, wracked by anxiety, aimlessness, and low self-esteem. After leaving school to work in a caravan factory to facilitate a growing rave habit, Culver began to pull focus onto himself in the abandoned warehouses and knackered bedsits of Hull’s party scene.
Yet the loose, experimental spirit of the afterparty persists. Culver’s bleak seaside poetry is amplified by threadbare loops worn raw and ragged, spray paint rendered as synthesis. Glacial swells of ambience, industrial throbs of noise, and dark, insomniac drones exhale together as a thick, melancholy haze. Above this drifts the faded pulse of the dance music the artist grew up on, the refracted sounds of the night before filtering deliriously into the morning after.