ARTIST: MATTHIAS EGGER

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Matthias Egger is an incredible artist. He has the ability to fragment forms, playing with them and with colors. His art is full of energy, and this is how he describes his world:

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“There were no more trees, and the cities smelled of nothing. Black and imposing skyscrapers darkened the sky. A woman greeted me without words. I followed her into the largest complex. Lightless rooms served as a labyrinth of elevators, and she pointed out the spots where I had to position myself. Subsequently, the room moved in single pieces.

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This way, we ventured deeper and deeper into the building. A wrong positioning would have caused the body to be crushed. The woman casually said that this device had been built to prevent riots and rebellions. Eventually, we arrived in a gigantic hall, where thousands of people sat in front of dark screens.

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With an impassive gaze, they controlled the machines. I was handed over to two men, and one explained the conquest of the local system to me. Eighty percent of global production took place in that building, and hunger and poverty could be eliminated. My stomach was growling; I hadn’t eaten in days.

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The other pointed with a smile to a round wooden table, the only thing that still emanated a touch of life, and said that people used to drink beer and joyfully blow smoke rings with cigarettes there. Those miserable and stupid creatures no longer existed, he said, laughing loudly.

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Subsequently, I was transferred to another building. Thousands of beds with people in cages aligned infinitely. Tubes hung from people’s arms, and blood was slowly and constantly being drawn. The woman accompanying me again pointed to the people and explained that those people could potentially get sick. For this reason, their blood is drawn preventively while they are still healthy.

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I found myself in a small hut and began to paint. I wanted to remember the life that could have been and highlight the injustices. After a walk through the last grove, I returned and found some old friends in front of the hut who told me they had called for help. Some men dressed in black took fingerprints from the brushes and my hands. They sedated me.

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When I woke up, I held a silver tray in one hand. On it, neatly separated, were my face, my heart, and a piece of my brain. With the other hand, I held my heart, which was connected to my body with tubes. With my forearm on fire, I pumped a little more delayed death and knew I would paint again.”