„Grandpa will survive all of us, he´s fresher than a young salad, why aren´t you crying over me?

I do have high blood pressure!“ (My father to me)
My grandfather died at his 100^th birthday. He was born in 1912. To prevent his death to happen,

I startet a public open call for a time machine, to which 32 artists sent works for.

All contributions were presented at a single exhibition. I mixed in 8 of my own contributions anonymously.

Back then he was 98 years old and experienced a rejunivation that lasted until he reached his 100^th birthday.

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