fermented anger
Once a year, there's a street party in a village near my hometown. It's called Krautfest, and everybody who grew up in the Fildern area knows the smell of cabbage from the fields. For me, it became a symbol of bigotry and lack of imagination. Back in those days, I usually had to work at a bar while everyone else got drunk during this street party. I probably just wanted to escape to somewhere more interesting, where I could express myself and find like-minded people.
For 2023, I created this TV installation at the Monokel, with those tossed sauerkraut cans. I wanted to make my own design because I actually love “Sauerkraut” —it's also a thing in Croatia, maybe one of the rare connections between both places.
not commissioned