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Bastian Wigger

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Torn between escapism and reality

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The world thrust into chaos, finding comfort in playing videogames or working at the work bench.

Trying to not get too disconnected from worldly topics, a loose grasp on reality.

Too loose. Getting pulled back into avoidance.

An everlasting oscillation between two states, a balance that never fully settles.

A sense of unrest left.

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Recognizing the connecting threads between the two.

Fantasizing about worlds, chaos endures in a tangible form, burned on a CD or cast into silver.

Consumer of chaos, creator of chaos.

A coping mechanism, maybe?

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The screen as a canvas. Emotions textured, sculpted and rendered.

Fantasy colliding with algorithms.

Chaos visualized, pixel by pixel.

A world both virtual and visceral.

Symbols of life, death and decay perpetual.

A reflection of raw existence, stripped of pretense.

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Jewelry, mostly impractical and repulsive.

Bone encased in metal whispers of mortality.

Wounds, cracks, fractures. Echoes of pain, reminders of fragility.

Tarnished silver mirrors time, a quiet beauty.

A soft glow breaking through the unpleasantness.

Comfort in confrontation.

Provoking in decorating.

 

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Fantasy rooted in reality.

Stories of outcasts, untold.

Artifacts of a world imagined, but deeply felt.

Jewelry as a bridge of worlds.