If you can’t go over it, you go under it. The only thing that matters: in the end, you’re on the other side.

Almighty MT makes things possible that shouldn’t be possible. He subsists on spaghetti, milk, coffee, and honey — and on the permanent tension between idea and matter.

Physically always present, yet mentally constantly on the move between light & shadow, material & life.

For him, sculpting is not a profession, but a state of being. It creates suffering. And that is exactly where form is born.

The greatest sculptor mankind has ever seen — and ever will see.

PoPo doesn't just work with material. He forces eternity into form.

His works will outlive civilizations.

Wild, fierce, bold — a permanent assault on mediocrity and fear.

Where others make art, PoPo creates monuments for ages to come.

In a relationship with Maria — his favorite color is Vantablack.

Femme fatale. Muse. Danger.

Elegance with a hidden blade.

Maria moves between seduction and myth.

For her, presence becomes an art form. She views beauty not as decoration, but as an instrument of power.

In a relationship with PoPo — together, they form a kind of artistic solar eclipse.

Anything — but average. Because average is mediocrity.

IT operates where systems become unstable and ideas begin to glow.

Unpredictable, radically specialized, and fundamentally allergic to the ordinary.

If something seems impossible, IT is usually already interested.

Feathers. Raw. Bloody. Red. Black. White.

Red works like a wounded animal with camera, material, and instinct.

No smoothness. No compromise. Only intensity.

His works often seem like artifacts from a war between beauty and violence.

The emergence of RED has begun. RED will appear soon...

Curates reality.

Maristoteles does not decide what is visible — but what is permitted to become reality.

Philosopher, manipulator, observer, and editor of existence.

His workspace lies between madness and precision.

Enjoys going to the ballet. Is interested in the history of sculpture. Reads world literature, classical literature, and has a particular fondness for dramas. He also highly appreciates scholarly literature.

Mr. Tischhauser moves with cultivated precision between high culture, theory, and studio reality.

A man who knows that true art is always a conversation with the past, the present, and the future.

Student life.

Survives in an ironic twist between caffeine, chaos, and presumably too little sleep.

Specialized in the art of procrastinating complex tasks until exactly five minutes before the deadline.

Nobody knows exactly what he actually does — but somehow, he is always there. And surprisingly, sometimes things actually work because of him.