Warwick Student Arts Festival (WSAF)
Warwick Student Arts Festival (WSAF) is an annual festival taking place at the University of Warwick. It was founded by Steve Pretty (then Societies and Student Development Officer sabbatical for the University of Warwick Students' Union) in 2004 with the aim of showcasing and celebrating all aspects of student art. It features a programme of events including plays (both published texts and student-written), musicals, dance, film, orchestras, choirs and bands, with a very heavy emphasis on collaboration across genres and art forms. All these events are free to attend, and the festival receives financial backing from both the Warwick Arts Centre and the University of Warwick Students' Union to ensure the festival can keep this free ethos. Alongside One World Week and Go Green Week, WSAF completes a series of annual student-run festivals at the University.
Read more about Warwick Student Arts Festival (WSAF): Warwick Student Art Festival 2002, WSAF 2004, WSAF 2005, WSAF 2006, WSAF 2007, WSAF 2008, WSAF 2009 (SPLATfest)
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