·Mutant Maker's Wunderkammer· _ Kellerraum unter der Treppe

Baixuan Chenbeggar bug
Eunji SongIt’s time for charging energy
Jiwon SongFairy moth powder for G
Yiyuan ZhangBartleby’s Spielzeug
Yua AdachiHello from shell

Mutant Maker's Wunderkammer is Cross-class project by Baixuan Chen · Eunji Song · Jiwon Song · Yiyuan Zhang · Yua Adachi

 

Sun 21.07-  Sun 28.07

Sun – Fr | 14:00 – 20:00,

Sa | 27.07. & Sun | 28.07., 11:00 – 20:00

Opening reception | 20.07.2024. 14:00-22:00 ( Last etnry 21:00 )

 

"lol!! finally I did it!" he finally exclaimed. The ancestral E.coli in the flask had finally given birth to mutant descendant E. coli. After many experiments, he drastically reduced the use of glucose used in the E. coli culture in the lab. As a result, the descendants of the bacteria gradually adapted to the harsh environment, becoming stronger than the ancestral E. coli and evolving through mutations to thrive in the changing environment.


"it's perfect!! hahaha" he chuckled in satisfaction.

 

From that time his eyes shine again in a world where everything is broken. He created and drew as if he were possessed by something. “Now that I have a family, I can’t leave my house in ruins like this.”He found materials from the rubble and decorated his house. If someone saw him, they would definitely think he was crazy, well... but fortunately, there was only him and the beings he created. The basement gradually became hisworld. He hoped not to be alone, and that wish was steadily reflected in his world. “Hey, don’t just look at the screen and miss the past, take a look at this wonderful space I’ve created.” “Don’t be shy, come out of that narrow place.”Seeing and talking to his creations has become a daily routine. Although he was lonely, he was not lonely, and hat was how he was able to endure this time and space.

 

And time passed...

 

In the underground home of the mutant maker, time slipped by as it always does. The walls, once barren and desolate, now teemed with life in the form of grotesque mutants, each a twisted reflection of the memories that haunted the maker's mind. The mutant maker himself, a solitary figure in this surreal landscape, found solace in the company of his creations. They were his companions, his protectors, and his only connection to the world he had lost. Together, they roamed the labyrinthine corridors of the underground sanctuary, their existence a testament to the resilience of life in the face of devastation.

But deep within the recesses of the mutant maker's mind, a seed of doubt began to grow. Was this twisted world he had created truly a sanctuary, or merely a prison of his own making? As he gazed upon his creations, he saw not only the echoes of his past, but also the shadows of his own fears and regrets. And so, with each passing day, the mutant maker found himself consumed by a sense
of unease, a nagging feeling that something was amiss. But try as he might, he couldnot shake the feeling that the true horror lay not in the ruined world around him, but within the depths of his own soul. And as time continued its inexorable march forward, the mutant maker was left to grapple with the haunting specter of his own creation, trapped in a cycle of fear and despair from which there seemed to be no escape.