Luka Fisher
Alumni - Art
No Time For Names
No Time For Names is a 51 minute score created in Spring 2020 by artists
Rissa Dee, Luka Fisher, Jung A. Jung, Peter Kalisch, M-Other, Kyler O'Neal, Ritual Spirit, Danielle Roz, and Christina Elaine Vasquez and arranged by Luka Fisher and her garage band.
Collaborators: Rissa Dee, Luka Fisher, Jung A. Jung, Peter Kalisch, M-Other, Kyler O'Neal, Ritual Spirit, Danielle Roz, and Christina Elaine Vasquez.
Lorelei Acuna
Indigarb Fast fashion is the world’s second largest polluter, emitting 10% of all carbon emissions and is dumped into lands and oceans all over the world. In Our compilation of video and photography come together to evoke empathetic response in our viewers. By seeing humans absorbed in plastic, we mirror the way our Earth and […]
Daniel Rappaport
Live Your Fantasy! Daniel L Rappaport is a CalArts alum (graphic design ’01) and is a graduate of the FIDM/Fashion Institute of Design and Merchandising (digital media ’08). His ascendants are Walt Disney, Steve Jobs, and others, and he hails from the disgustingly famous Beverly Hills, CA. He has over 25 years of digital media […]
Charles Danner
TW/CW: trauma **Trigger Warning** This is a multimedia piece about the experience of being a victim of trauma in the current COVID-19 climate. The piece consists of original poetry written and performed by Nicole Paige Chaffin over an original score by Charles Van Alst Danner. The score features a custom feedback instrument, the FeedBox in […]
Woohee Cho
TW/CW: hate speech, racism, violence untitled wooheecho.com
Gabriela Padilla
TW/CW: abuse, violence, suicide This song is about overcoming depression and suicide awareness through hope.
Yunni Lin
The Process A short film documenting the day to day training of dancers in the studios.
Minline Lee
Silver & Matte grey series The avatars of digital era
Joy Chan
14 days in the lockdown April, I was locked up in a central quarantine accommodation. 14 days with the extraction of fresh air and the earth, the only approach for me to connect with the loving world is the peephole in my room door and a locked up window. As I stay, I start to […]