The deceptive scope of artistry spans a few epochs of the human race. From the beginning until humanism, artistry was an act of homage. A service to the monarch of all lords: God. A service to fellow human beings in the sense of a fruit of God; a remembrance in nature, a remembrance through stories and images. As soon as man tore the universals from himself, did not want to be subject to all things, but a pious soldier in his own battle, not only the soul of man was lost, but soon all of man's creative powers were lost. Anyone who believes they can bring something into the world outside of creative power should read the apocalypses a little. Like weeds that grow tall until the wind shatters them - what sustains the world, sustains the world! If the poetic, sensual, sacred driving force of a society - art - can no longer bring anything to light, then everything else is in a very bad way. No being can live without enjoying creation. It is as if the heart lives in the living room, the soul in the bedroom and the left hand makes tea in the bathroom. This odyssey of humanism will continue until the human spirit frees itself from this disruption, organises itself and becomes creative again... As the bearer of the cross, I place myself in the pillory. Imbued with the power of God - almost drowned, in fact - I drive the world-preserving into man again. The MANIFESTUS series, brute and serviceable, wants to water the seed that already lies under all kinds of debris! - Elias Franziskus Grüner 2024