Herr Igor Muster

Igor Muster | I grew up in Moskow 50s I could only dream of traveling. A map of the wold hung on my bed Madagaskar was right before my eyes. Before falling asleep was right before my eyes. I traced the contours of Madagaskar with my finger. In many years in Hamburg I saw in the window of the traval agency: „ Trip to Madagaskar, only one pace free!“ For mi there is no boring art exhibition. Peaple who look at art ojects tranform youself into art objects. Posters have a shot life. Destroyed by bad weather and people, they become a theatrical backdrop. Passers-by do not know that they are actors in an urban theater performance. Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, consectetur adipiscing elit. Integer nec odio. Praesent libero. Sed cursus ante dapibus diam. Sed nisi. Nulla quis sem at nibh elementum imperdiet. Duis sagittis ipsum. Praesent mauris. Fusce nec tellus sed augue semper porta. Mauris massa. Vestibulum lacinia arcu eget nulla. Class aptent taciti sociosqu ad litora torquent per conubia nostra, per inceptos himenaeos. Curabitur sodales ligula in libero.