At Fabrikken, a run-down factorybuilding in Oslo's used-to-be seedier east side. Next to the gray river. Two weeks in March 2001. As cold as only
Norway can be when spring is close, but not yet manifest. The sharp sun
with only a hint of warmth, as the snow crackles underfoot. Inside the
building it is still chilly, even with the heaters on. Cold music in the
air. Frozen images on the wall. Imagine the horizon - huge in front of your
tiny nose.

The paintings are by Bård Solhaug. He calls himself a painter of landscapes. Not landscapes you are likely to find if you look for them. Landscapes of the mind, not of the matter. Endless images.

The music is by Origami Galaktika. He is himself a painter of landscapes. Not landscapes you are likely to find if you look for them. Landscapes of the mind, not of the matter. Endless images.

Together they weave a dreamworld. Underloading the senses, forcing you to
attention. The strength in the deep distance. Repetition with perceptible
changes. Seven sounds for eight images.

This is music for those mornings when the fog is slowly lifting. The sun is
reaching in, unfolding the darkness. Promising to release the thaw. Enjoy
these moments of tranquility. Always a new beginning, always a promise in the distance. Follow the rivers bending path towards the glimpse of the ocean. The rocky shoreline stretching towards the infinite. Behind you the ragged mountains with snowridden valleys. Above you a swirling mass of thin cotton - moist and cold to the touch. In the distance the evening is
already closing in, like the hint of a storm on the horizon.

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