about eurokrem


Eurokrem is an international artist group from Leipzig. Its members are coming from Hungary, Austria, Germany, and Croatia. Eurokrem's prime objective is to stir and bring together social groups which would otherwise stay apart. To move them and bring to thinking about art or society related topics. Public space is the group's playground. By organizing events, which may or may not have direct origin in art, the group is reflecting upon routine processes and activities of everyday life. On the newly introduced platform "info wall" Eurokrem is informing it's readers about, important exhibitions cultural happenings, scholarships, and similar topics.


Members: Orsi Horvah Roman Schultze, Jakob Argauer, Michael Petri, Duga Bobanović Sikirica

How Eurokrem got its name




Eurokrem is a hazelnut and vanilla creme, meant for spreading on bread. It is also possible to eat it with a large spoon. It was invented in the former SFR Yugoslavia, by an anonymous guy who didn't see much profit from it. The same can be said for Zlata Bartol, also known as Aunt Vegeta, because in the so called socialism of former Yugoslavia, we shared everything with the rest of the community. So was the case for Zlata and the guy from Gornji Milanovac, where Eurokrem continues to be produced to this day.



Roman and I were heading to some course, I don't remember which one. I hadn't eaten anything the whole day. Roman had just eaten raw vegetables, so we decided to have a kebab. I don't know why, but we had been walking for quite a while, we must have been somewhere far away, I guess we talked about exhibitions, both of us were complaining about not exhibiting enough, and during the long walk ahead, we began discussing initiatives.


First we were thinking of a room where a series of exhibitions could take place, and not just exhibitions, but also concerts, parties, working groups. But, since Leipzig is swarming with art off-spaces, and neither of us needed another rent to pay, we gave up the gallery thinking.


Roman had already eaten three quarters of a huge stuffed doner kebab with falafels, when one of us came to the idea to make an exhibition in that very same place where we were eating.


And so we did, several months later, but there is more to this chronology than that.


The basic conclusion to our conversation was to gather some friends, organize exhibitions and events, every time in a different place, possibly in places which have no connection to art. The day after our doner kebabs, I was thinking of a suitable name for our two member crew, which had already started to grow. A couple of days earlier, while buying mangold and aubergines in a turkish store, I had stumbled up on the most important Croatian export - Vegeta. I had to buy it immediately, even though I never would have done so in Croatia. Vegeta stuck in my memory as a housewife essential. My mum was never a housewife, rather she had always worked, she didn't spend a lot of time in the kitchen and she didn't care for traditional cooking, and even maybe, in her benign way, despised it bit. So I grew up automatically despising it myself. It didn't occur to me until I came to Germany how much my views towards certain details were inherited, mostly from my mum. I decided to buy Vegeta and start using it.


I don't care about nationalism, infact I despise the very own notion of it, and everything that seems to come with it. Buying Vegeta was an act of home sickness, but not because I am a Croat, rather because I am a displaced citizen who grew up in a different place from the one that I now live in. I am no longer surrounded by a mentality which formed my childhood. There are no more boring dubbed television advertisements, instead I now watch them in their original language. I don't come across life's daily stupidity in a tram, having to give up my seat to 55-year old in high heels, in stead some other stupidities take place, some stupidities which are far more polite. I don't wait four hours to get a medical prescription, I do it to get a residence permit. Replacing one country with another was not more painful than switching schools, but nevertheless I noticed lately, after almost 6 years living in Germany, that I cherish some details, that maybe didn't even have any role in my life, but could have, just because of my origin.


I desperately wanted to think of a name which would have something to do with the place I come from. It took me quite a while before I came up with Eurokrem.


After recruiting other members the name seemed to be even more suitable than before, Orsi comes from Hungary, Micha from Austria, and both Jakob and Roman are German.


Our first, so far only exhibition, took place in the restaurant which I have already mentioned. Its name was Al' Kutz. I am a little bit embarrassed to say that it took us a month before we decided to research that word. And when we did, it was little more than a week before the opening. It turned out to be the Palestinian or that is to say the Arab word for Jerusalem. As if that was not political enough, it was also the name of a palestinian holiday, which, in some cases, was described an anti zionist. It was at that point that we realized what it means to exhibit in a non-exhibition place, how interesting it can be if you only bother to turn on the google search in time.


The owner of the restaurant, a very polite and warm Palestinian with some political-imprisonment past, and now working in a home for problematic adolescents, had only two requests for us. Not to get naked, and not to exhibit political subjects. We managed only the first.


Now when we look back to our first exhibition it is much easier to say what we are doing, but still not entirely possible. We have chosen for our goal not to become too defined but to continue developing our concept as we develop our work.