Festival Hall
Festival Hall is the Calgary Folk Music Festival’s new office and boutique performance space. The LEEDS Silver equivalent 200-seat flexible community space, designed by Peter Cardew Architects, includes geo-thermal passive heating and cooling systems, reclaimed materials and significant architectural details, such as the signature timbered ceiling. Festival Hall’s overriding programming and vision will mirror the Festival’s: to offer diverse, top-notch, innovative, collaborative programming and capture the sense of ownership that the audience and volunteers have towards the Festival. The Hall extends the Festival into a year-round operation as the host of year-round concerts, multi-media presentations, collaborations and workshops. It’s also a meeting space for the Festival’s 1600 volunteers, a community space for event rentals and a multi-purpose, multi-disciplinary home for Calgary's arts community. It will be an active, significant central gathering place for artists to perform, collaborate and innovate that hosts artistic workshops, discussions, lectures, song contests, master classes and other presentations for a variety of community organizations and a wide range of artistic disciplines (film, theatre, media and literary arts, dance etc.).
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