5" cd, 500 copies.
in thirteen pieces, eight artists interpret material of the solar-sound trio chromaticfield, but i haven't recognized it. the yellow cheep and chirp space is completely empty? it's merely a kind of hide-and-seek with the bloodhounds who are still standing useless in front of the door; useless because the stage is a different space - remote music. yellow is warmth, but in the other space the names that you think of are strange: arctic foxes, oily birds, ... yellow are the leaves, so what? no natural images, please, don't speak and think aloud, you are also one of those, are you? too much consciousness is unhealthy, or put another way: if we lacked our heads, we would be perfectly happy. yet, creating notions is alright as long as they can sneak through closed doors. most of them, however, bounce off the twelve centimetres like they hit a silver mirror.
in between remote and distant music, there's the underbrush, that's the way to go. don't you see? something has changed. only you've never been blind, that's why you have no clue about what colours are. the chromatic totality is white, and as long as the snow settles, we're hunting for traces which should be huge and legible. but we do not find anything. we walk so fast, it takes us less than an hour. all testimony is unavailable if one casts the eyes simply on what is possible. but i have been here for one year and i exchanged inertia for vertigo. when a colour disc is rotated fast enough, it will turn white again. i am always revolving at hundreds of cycles per minute. you do not need to repeat this, but elsewise you'd see the beautiful mirror from the wrong side. that side is shallow, sealed, a good recording, a kind of l'art pour l'art. the other side offers an alicit jump into the deep, where yesterday and some years ago lie close to each other. you can hop back and forth as if from one boat into another. is that the next leap?
and of these boats there are only a few which are well grown. so here is one of such wizardry opportunities and we can leave the bloodhounds standing outside in their emptyness.