The end of October 2006 brings us a few last golden warm fall days and the debut of Barnhart Yorck on the little green cube. Pleasantly airy arrangements open doors in the background, through which a slight hint of calm, serene melancholy wafts in.

Micro-percussive elements flit past prancing in the foreground. Everything is in motion. What passes by, what will remain? It is the time of introspection. Impulses from a widely ramified musical reference system want to be processed. Barnhart Yorck turns his gaze from the inside to the outside and back again.