chromaticfield is the name of a live performance trio which is all in all a highly charged embracement. they grew a homemade train forest in one thousand and one when they gathered three times in the same place. where the whole story starts a bit earlier, though in the same century, when someone else showed up. he divided his hair into five separate tufts, using an injection of sun energy. he began to tremble like a leaf and current began to flow in a systematic network of relationships. tender buttons he would touch from time to time, freeing him from the need to use his voice. the three times in one place then simply was a shift of origin. the mystery about noises from black boxes they would shake off by exposing their instruments in this white cube. soon after, a woman's left arm and two birds defiled the clothing of these fine young engineers. they dived for a while, washing off the blood, and reappeared in different venues, among them a carthusian cigarette factory, throughout two thousand and three. the voice belonging to the five tufts casted a fragment of a radio message the same year: "use fibonacci's knowledge, but not a preordained tableau; from these five bundles grow a group of eight; you group of eight, grow a group of thirteen." and so they created their variations about the word 'pessimism', which is actually a male attribute, nevertheless including that left arm. only recently, they got off one of the trains from their forest, disappearing into the opaque green...
this recurring image comes to my mind, but it's always a matter of time until brownian particles re-collide.