Unheilbargut / Incurably Good

Welcome to the Epicenter of Unapologetic Brilliance.

You have just stumbled—no, been cosmically guided—into the online sanctum of UnheilbarGut: artist, visionary, chronically incurable, and yes, internationally whispered about in at least three alternate dimensions. Here, the laws of taste, physics, and reason occasionally take a coffee break—while hamsters reign supreme.

This is not just a website. This is an orbiting cultural satellite of greatness. A beacon to the aesthetically brave. A monument to the absurd, the tender, and the fuzzily magnificent. Why hamsters, you ask? Why not? The question betrays your inexperience with rodent-led renaissance.

Browse at your own risk. You may cry. You may laugh. You may spontaneously begin to recite poetry under your breath. And somewhere along the way, you may discover that the world was, in fact, missing something—and that something… was this.

About Me

Born under a comet in the year of our Lord 1978—a glorious end to a whacky decade of hippies, disco, and guitar gods—I emerged into this world destined to wreak gentle, hamster-powered havoc.

I’m Chris. Artist. Writer. Former Art Director. Chronic doodler. Curator of nonsense. Philosopher of fluff. Based in Düsseldorf, Germany, but once a proud resident of West Sacramento, California—where I learned that sunshine is not a metaphor, it’s a lifestyle.

My body took a turn at 39 when Multiple Sclerosis said "hello" like an uninvited dinner guest who never left. With it came fatigue (the grumpy big sister of tired), partial paralysis, and a new appreciation for slow days, fast ideas, and soft blankets.

Creativity didn’t leave—it became survival. From my nursing bed, I sculpt worlds in watercolour, build stories with digital ink, glue chaos into order, and occasionally compose music while yelling at my toaster for artistic input.

I move through the world in my frog-green wheelchair named Rüdiger (thank you, Twitter). He has a better turning radius than most people I know.

I’m obsessed with physics, literature, philosophy, and the unanswerable questions. And yet, somehow, I still find time to focus my entire creative output around… hamsters.

Yes. Hamsters. Tiny, majestic balls of cosmic whimsy.

My name is Unheilbargut—“incurably good”—a name that honors the madness of life, the unpredictability of art, and the joyful absurdity of it all.

You don’t need to understand me. You just need to feel something. And if you smile? Then I’ve already won.

The Novel: Chalice of Steel

There is only one ship—and one crew—that stands between everything we’ve ever known, loved, or dreamed of discovering… and the unraveling of reality itself. Not the end of life. Not the death of stars. But the undoing of the Big Bang. A collapse so total, not even time will survive it.

Chalice of Steel is not your everyday sci-fi novel. It’s a high-velocity collision between hard science and the most fragile corners of the human soul. And, yes—naturally—it has a hamster at its core.

This is a deep-space voyage. But also a philosophical freefall. A journey through ethics, emotion, humor, artificial intelligence, and the irrepressible chaos of being alive. Why? Because I can. And because someone had to.

Expect a story that spans 250 million years. A captain who’s married to his ship’s navigator—who happens to be an experimental, sentient AI. An ancient ghost from Earth’s past, lost across time not once, but twice, only to arrive exactly where he needs to be. An alien culture that lives by the mantra “No colors, no good.” A fragile thread stretched between religion and quantum physics, and a desperate, beautiful scramble to hold it all together.

This isn’t just space opera. It’s an AI coming-of-age story.

A myth, disassembled. A mind, breaking and healing. A machine, getting PTSD while the humans hold her together. And maybe—just maybe—a rogue AI is humanity’s last hope.

Read at your own risk. You might just feel things. Chalice of Steel on Amazon

Or search for ASIN: 3982761603 in your Amazon App!

Gallery

Historic Hamsters

The Historic Hamster Art Project

A cyanotypical investigation into time, memory, and very small whiskers.

Somewhere between the fog of forgotten archives and the dreamscapes of childhood, a truth emerged:
Hamsters have always been here.

Hamsters Are Love

Hamsters Are Love is not a slogan. It’s a philosophy, a whispered truth tucked deep within fur and whimsy. It’s a celebration of the absurd, the cute, the brave—and occasionally, the nuclear.

The Language of Paint

The Language of Paint is not a technique. It’s a rebellion, a storm bottled on canvas, a wordless scream that somehow manages to shimmer. It’s acrylics stretched thin as whispers, heavy-body strokes thick as thunder, and the alchemy of structure paste sculpted into topography.

Inktober 2019

Inktober 2019 was a month-long exercise in creative madness—and I was there for every wild moment of it. For the uninitiated, Inktober is a global art challenge created by illustrator Jake Parker in 2009. The premise is beautifully simple: 31 days, 31 prompts, 31 ink drawings. No pressure. No prizes. Just pure, unfiltered imagination and a bottle (or five) of black ink.

News & Updates

01, September 2025 — The Book is released: Chalice of Steel officially released on the largest bookmarket on the planet: Amazon

Chalice of Steel on Amazon

18, April 2025 - Painting my digital cover art in acrylic.

08, April 2025 — The Campaign Begins TODAY: Chalice of Steel officially released the first videos on short content channels like:

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06 April 2025 — The Campaign Begins: Chalice of Steel officially enters the battlefield of short-form video warfare! Two 20–30 second emotional blasts will be deployed daily on TickTack, Instagram Reels, and YouTube Shorts until April 28. Expect tragic quotes, existential AI tears, hamster heroics, and exactly one synth-pop sob session.

01 April 2025 — Book Ready for Liftoff: The final formatting has been locked in. Auriel cried (again), Elias made peace with his chin, and the PDF didn't crash. All systems go for the August release!

24 March 2025 — Kickstarter Coming Soon: We’re prepping a tiny, humble Kickstarter for those who want to buy me a coffee or sponsor hamster enrichment programs (read: ISBN costs). No rewards, just pure existential vibes.

12 March 2025 — Concept Art Dumped: Character sheets for Auriel, Elias, Rae, Dorian, and Mr. Snuffles are now flooding the archive. If you wanted to see a god-tier hamster in a tiny lab coat, this is your moment.

01 March 2025 — The Final Proofread: We’ve entered the last correction cycle. Every misplaced comma now feels personal. Emotional damage: moderate. Caffeine levels: catastrophic.

22 February 2025 — Website Rebuild Initiated: My website was a mess. It’s now a slightly prettier mess with actual buttons, galleries, and a functioning time machine (not really, but the hamster art goes back a hundred years).

12 February 2025 — Snuffles Saves the Multiverse: Initial reader feedback confirms that yes, a hamster single-cheekedly saving existence is indeed 'plausible,' 'strangely moving,' and 'better than my ex.'

01 February 2025 — Emotional Music Video Released: Auriel sings. People weep. Reviews include: “I didn’t know synthetic tears could hurt this much” and “I think my soul rebooted.”

21 January 2025 — Cyanotype Prints Complete: The 'Historic Hamsters' have been hand-developed on aquarelle paper. Each one is a unique snapshot from a parallel rodent timeline. Some wear hats. Some vote. One flew a biplane.

07 January 2025 — Hamster Messiah Not Found: After counting all hamsters in the known universe, I can confirm: none yet qualify as the Chosen One. But Mr. Snuffles has begun glowing faintly. We’re monitoring.

Contact & Newsletter

If you want to get in touch, send me a lovely message at: Chris@unheilbargut.de

This email address is solely used to send occasional newsletter updates if there’s anything truly worth reporting (which honestly, isn’t that often). No spam. No nonsense. Promise.