Cover: Outer: fabric, hand screen printed on 300 gsm cardstock, Inner: offset on 300 gsm paper
Number: First edition: 150 copies (numbered on a card)
Issue: Late April 2014
Catalog Number: om 10
Recorded in Chantepie France in summer 2012 by Hitoshi Kojo, Carole Kojo, Jani Hirvonen, Valérie Magisson
Edited by Hitoshi Kojo in Brussels Belgium in 2013
Line drawing: Jani Hirvonen, Linocut design: Carole Kojo, Collage/design: Hitoshi Kojo
Zakuro is a document of a midsummer feast held by Rutsubo: four artists from four different countries, as strolled in the forest of Broceliande and meditated at Robert Tatin's labyrinth in France. Jani Hirvonen (Finland) has released numerous titles since the early 2000's as Uton. His wild intuition, cultivated in the forests of Karelia, is directly connected to the pulsations from the depths of the earth and the vibrations of the nebulae. His recordings pour out through his limbs like the automatic writings of a channeler. Valérie Magisson (France) releases recordings and video works as Sunhiilow. She consistently presents a detailed mythological world with delicately structured works that reflect her adoration of ancient civilizations. However her vocalization and percussions on track 5 and 6 of this album reveal her hidden shamanic side, as opposed to the anonymous aesthete as Sunhiilow. Hitoshi Kojo (Japan) and Carole Kojo (Switzerland) began making music together in 2006 as Jüppala Kääpiö, and since 2010 have released their recordings primarily through their own omnimemento label. Their sensibility to the discovery of harmony among different elements is strongly displayed in this album, and it gives a wide-ranging but unified impression and structure to these spontaneous improvisations.
The CD is encased in handmade packaging that features Jani Hirvonen's line drawings and Carole Kojo's linocut designs. The first edition is 150 copies, in two color variations.
Everything, that could ever happen, started just from slight, mild breath, becoming bigger and bigger. Then it had been continued to thrive to the universal sizes. Light-minded wind, that was hanging out among blooming and curling plants and trees, finally had hidden inside soft-toned pattern of haircap moss. Microscopic world, which never knew any rustle or something like this, was set in motion – moire veils were sparkling by all colors of the rainbow. Picturesque landscapes-sensations, drawn by imagination, were overflow one to another little by little, breathing very flutter. It looked like someone was turning pages of a book, that is twisted of subtle and supple lianas. Some crystal and argent music could even come in sight there, it was played by dewdrops – they were interflowing in and formed one big symphony-lake. Its sounds metamorphosed and turned into animate dragonflies, butterflies and moths; all of them flied away in different directions around the whole world, transferring on the wings and spreading everywhere this strange harmony of soughs, guggles and tiny murmurs.