INVISIBLE MONSTER
18
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TiTle . Invisible Monster 18
Year . 2025 .
Materials . rye straw - wood - brass .
Size . 20x20x5 cm .
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Invisible microorganisms have grown into colossal giants, reshaping life and civilization. Each sculpture pairs myth and science, connecting to an ordinary human who encounters these forces. The works invite reflection on the cycles of civilization, ecological balance, and humanity’s place within the unseen systems that shape our world.
Narrative INVISIBLE MONSTER 18.
Teacher’s Logbook No. 214
As every year, I took my pupils to the Eastern biome to show them semi-wild Sils. We usually have them practice handling the Sils with the appropriate equipment. They then bring home a small sample, which helps them better understand the environment we live in. Afterwards, they learn to seal it in the way they choose.
This year, one of the youngest took a long time to find their sample. Surprisingly, they chose a Sil that was very high up in a tree. I had barely looked away when they had already climbed up. I reprimanded them several times, asking them to come down, but they refused. What were they thinking? I’m used to their rather erratic behavior, but this time, it could have been dangerous…
When they finally came down, they held a small nocturnal amoeba in their scav. They had listened to my instructions surprisingly well: they had sealed it quickly with the pin provided and had carefully placed it in their bag. They were still young and hadn’t managed to find the mother-scale, and we could already see the discoloration of the scales around the temporary seal.
Back at the base, we moved on to the permanent sealing step. This same child had brought something from home: a small wooden object, with a Mare planted inside and very delicate links. Another Mare was added at the end of the structure. Their father had made it for them for this occasion, they explained to me. Their father was an amoebist, as far as I knew…
The child sealed their Sil with their father’s Mare, refusing the one I offered. When I asked what it meant to them, they told me it represented an old story their father had always told them: the story of a feather, lighter than themselves.
