WE DON’T SHOW SOLUTIONS,
WE SHOW THE PROBLEM.

This installation transforms Snow White and her dwarves into WHITEOUT – a brutal metaphor for Germany’s and Europe’s industrial paralysis.
It embeds the forces that hinder innovation into a fairy-tale realm, inviting conversation.

The following represents just one possible interpretation.
In reality, the forces that obstruct innovation are many and varied.

She lies in her sarcophagus.
Silent, beautiful, but scarred by the hardships of the past years.
Around her: The chimeras.
They once where diligent dwarves – her supporters.
But through the rituals of procedure they became something else.   
They watch over her. They believe they’re protecting her.
In truth, they are just guarding stagnation.

This is the Bestiary of Innovation.
The anatomy of a society that loves the new, as long as it doesn’t move.

THE KEYS TO INNOVATION

The Rose Key appeared first, forged from fading embers of PASSION. Its blooming copper roses remind us that nothing new is ever created without the fire of wanting, truly wanting.

Then came the Ember Key, its molten core encased in iron.
An artifact of RENEWAL, formed the moment we forgot that progress requires shedding old skins and daring to start again.

The Serpent Key wrapped itself around its apple when CURIOSITY began to die, coiling temptation and inquiry into one shape, whispering that questions are worth the danger they bring.

The Mirror Key, cold and warping, emerged when REFLECTION vanished from our decisions – when we stopped examining our failures and mistook stagnation for safety.

From the thinning fabric of dreams came the Moon Key, sculpted after the Man in the Moon, carrying the soft, persistent glow of IMAGINATION, without which no vision can take shape.

Last rose the Clockwork Key, gears worn, brass scarred – the embodiment of REPETITION, the discipline to refine, to iterate, to turn ideas into reality through labor rather than hope.

Not tools for opening a lock, but for unlocking ourselves – 
the only place where progress was ever imprisoned.

THE
ELEMENTS

THE MASK    

One side crossed by Kintsugi
– Fractures that refuse to hide.
The gold reveals an essential truth:
Our industries are not whole anymore.
And in the cracks lies the potential to rebuild, to transform rather than repeat.

The other side is inscribed with precise geometric structures.
These patterns stand for rules, predictability, and a history of certainty.

In this duality lies the core of innovation:
The tension between precision and intuition, fracture and repair, the past we inherit and the future we dare to build.
It is a reminder that progress often emerges from the courage to confront our visible seams.

THE HEART    

Born from molten steel, this heart once carried the full promise of progress – fueled by technology, resources, energy, and financial strength.

But the moment its glow faded,
its flexibility vanished.
What was once alive with potential solidified into cold metal, losing the ability to adapt, to change, to beat.
It remains as a silent witness to what innovation requires –
and to how quickly its pulse can fade.

Its rigid surface speaks of opportunities once within reach, now frozen in time, urging us to rekindle what has grown still and reclaim the momentum that forged it in the first place.

THE CHEST

Two forms, one message: potential versus depletion.

One breast is whole and full of promise – a form capable of sustaining ideas, of giving strength to what has yet to grow.
The other is marked by burns and scars, emptied of its ability to offer nourishment, a testament to resources exhausted until nothing remains.

Together, they reveal the tension between what is possible and what is reality:
the fertile future we could cultivate –
and the barren state we too often accept.
They challenge us to confront the imbalance we have created and to reclaim the capacity to nurture what innovation needs in order to thrive.

THE PILL    

“An apple a day keeps the doctor away.”
Yet somewhere along the way, the apple lost its shape.
We compressed hope into a capsule, believing that progress could be distilled, packaged, consumed.

Inside the pill lies a paradox:
It promises relief, yet delivers stagnation;
it offers clarity, yet clouds our judgement.
What should have strengthened us has become a slow toxin, dulling our ability to change.

Held tightly in a lattice of synthetic growth, the pill becomes a warning:
That innovation cannot be outsourced to easy answers, that resilience is not swallowed but built.
And that the solutions we oversimplify may become the very things that hold us back.

THE "STRONG" ARM    

A fist forged from material strong enough to reach the stars and repair the deepest wounds, built in unimaginable complex structures – yet it sits at the end of a limp rubber arm.

Smooth, sterile, and unresponsive, it fails whenever strength is needed most.
Instead of driving progress, it absorbs force and diffuses momentum, turning potential into inertia.

This contradiction reveals a familiar pattern: We build powerful tools, brilliant technologies, groundbreaking structures but attach them to systems too soft to carry their weight.

And so the capacity for greatness remains locked inside a limb that can never deliver the strength it promises.

THE "BRITTLE" ARM

A hand corrupted by what it clings to – cramped, twisted, almost rheumatic.

Moving away from the torso, the arm loses substance.
Its structure thins, its strength dissolves, until fragility overtakes.
By the time it reaches its end,
only delicate latticework remains – beautiful but stripped of purpose, incapable of carrying weight, unable to act.

This arm reflects a system stretched too far for too long:
elegant on the surface, hollow underneath.

A reminder that even the most intricate designs fail when the foundation that supports them has already crumbled.

THE WOMB    

Here lie the remnants of unborn ideas.
We once called them our own, yet they only flourished when others tried.
Concepts abandoned in meetings, diluted in committees, lost in cost analyses.

It holds impressions of what might have been: Technologies never allowed to grow, visions so close to emergence that their outlines still cling to the chamber that shaped them. Here rests the silent archive of possibilities denied.

A reminder that innovation does not only fail in execution, it fails long before, in the moments when courage gives way to hesitation.
What we do not nurture, others will claim.

THE BELT    

Across her pelvis lies a chastity belt in the shape of an eagle. A figure that once stood for protection and vigilance.
What was designed to guard has become a barrier, a symbol not of strength, but restriction.

Its wings stretch. Not in flight, but in containment, locking away the very potential it was meant to defend.

PASSION, RENEWAL, CURIOSITY, REFLECTION, IMAGINATION –
and the persistent REPETITION that transforms mere ideas into lived reality may be able to open it.

It stands as a reminder that protection without openness becomes control that suffocates the new.

THE SHACKLES   

Her legs and feet are encased in a concrete block –
a foundation meant to anchor, yet one that has hardened into restraint.
What once offered stability now stops even the smallest step forward.

The layers in the concrete carry the imprint of old decisions,
choices poured and left to cure without reconsideration.
It clings not as protection, but as the weight of structures that refuse to evolve.

These shackles show how progress is halted less by lack of vision
than by systems too solid to break.
Innovation begins the moment we dare to crack what keeps us still.

THE
CHIMERAS

Once, the they were allies –
specialized helpers shaped to fuel the engines of progress.

But with passing years, their intent eroded.

Duty became habit, habit became stagnation,
until they emerged as the Bestiary of Innovation:
Creatures who now limit the innovation they were once created to empower.

THE CONSULTANT    

The Consultant is walking ambiguity.
His head is split down the middle –
two halves, two opinions, no responsibility.

He speaks to everyone, but never with conviction.
He knows everything – but stands for nothing.

He offers tailored agreement for every expectation, wrapped in the illusion of strategy.

He personifies the avoidance of responsibility –
under a polished layer of professionalism.

No project fails because of him –
but every project loses clarity.

THE INSPECTOR    

The Inspector is a living audit report.
His gaze is a magnifying glass –
sharp, relentless, focused solely on flaws.

Not on what might be possible,
but on what might go wrong.

He seeks no truth – only findings.
He offers no solutions – only deviations.

He doesn’t oppose the new –
he simply works so thoroughly around it,
that it collapses on its own.

His tool is not rejection – but a simple “not yet.”




THE COORDINATOR

The Coordinator shouts, but no one listens.
He has many mouths, but nothing to say.

He initiates alignment loops,
distributes todos, forwards messages – but nothing ever happens.

He confuses communication with leadership, creates a culture of maximum vagueness so there is no clear way to follow.

In his domain calendars bloom, Excel sheets multiply, SharePoint lists grow – but no decisions are made.

Everyone is informed, no one is accountable. Progress gets lost –
in synchronized misunderstandings.

THE ADMINISTRATOR    

The Administrator is the archivist of the present.
Labeled drawers grow from his head –
each assigned to a topic, a department, or an exemption clause.

Everything has its place.
And what doesn’t fit, has no right to exist.

He loves rules, procedures, and forms.
Not because they work – but because they control.

He measures quality in documentation volume, and innovation in administrative units.

If something doesn’t fit into his structure, it must be adjusted. Or eliminated.

THE PURCHASER    

The Purchaser has razor-sharp teeth.
A calculator for a tongue.

He doesn’t speak in ideas – only in discounts.
Every project is a cost center, every innovation a surcharge,
every vision an item in the procurement system.

He sees value only where there’s a price tag.
Everything else is suspicious.

He doesn’t believe in the future – he believes in quotes.

His tool: Negotiation. His strategy: Starvation.

THE CERTIFIER

The Certifier has growth all over his face.
He doesn’t move – he waits.

Only those who deliver every document flawlessly, completely,
and retroactively compliant are allowed to pass.

He is not the enemy of progress –
he's just never responsible when it happens.

Innovation doesn’t openly fail because of him.
It simply evaporates.

In systems. In doubt. In the next review cycle.

THE DEFENDER    

The Defender wears a crown shaped like a fortress wall –
not as a symbol of power, but of defense.

He does not rule – he obstructs.
From his battlements, he fires arrows of doubt, risk, and worst-case scenarios at anything that dares to move.

He is the master of limitation,
the patron saint of feasibility, and the advocate of fear.

He calls it “responsibility,” but what he really wants is control.

His logic is simple: if you don’t take risks, you can’t be wrong. And innovation is always a risk.

THE PARASITE    

The Parasite has many mouths –
too many.
They whisper, they shout.
They chew and digest every new idea before it can take shape.

It’s never clear who’s in charge –
but always clear who’s stopping progress.

They want change – as long as nothing changes.
They demand solutions – but reject any inconvenience.
They cry for progress – but tolerate no disruption.

What they don’t understand, they attack.
What affects them, they resist.
What overwhelms them, they destroy.

THE UNNAMED ONE   

This one has no fixed shape.

It represents the quiet forces that slow innovation without ever declaring themselves:
inherited habits, invisible frictions, unspoken assumptions.

It offers no answers.
A deliberate gap that asks:
What holds us back here?

It is not an accusation,
but an invitation to look closer.
Because the most persistent obstacles to innovation are often the ones we have never bothered to name.

Which ones does your Company host?

CONTACT

Stagnation is everywhere.
Movement begins the moment people speak to each other.

We work every day to unchain the new – with passion, precision, and conviction.

If you have an impulse, a question, a vision: Contact us.
Your thought might hold the key that wakes WHITEOUT.

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