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Haus Hof Land
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  • Brigitte Bauer’s images have no other artifice but intention. And a framing of which she alone holds the secret. Emotions, stories, the unspoken, revelations and sometimes an aspiration to an undefined otherworldliness seem to emanate from them constantly.

    After the book D’Allemagne, published in 2003, this new collection of unpublished photographs is presented under the title of Haus Hof Land (house farm land). This could seem more intimate and more personal. Nothing of the sort. Quite the contrary. Distance grows. Coyness develops. And detachment leaves room to the spectator who can read, even discover, their own journey. The eye slowly reveals.

    From images suspended without being immobile, full of breath and breathing, emerge these strange and sometimes rough emotions, the kind felt by the uprooted. Love and worry, detachment and attachment, the critical gaze and unconditional tenderness, the link with childhood which is different for each person, inseparable from a place, smells, tastes, colours that we have left behind, that no longer belong to us but which have made up who we are. It is impossible not to feel on a tightrope all the time, torn between what is the past and those future choices which have taken us elsewhere, between impalpable but omnipresent memories, old and new. 

    Some take their childhood with them. They stay attached to it. It serves them as a pendulum. They fall in line with a continuity which they pass on to their own offspring. Others are cut off from it. How does that affect the view we have of our own personal history? And in an even broader sense, what incidence does it have on the view we have of History? Are we automatically more adult having left behind us the traces, memories and attachments to childhood? Does leaving your community equal a rite of passage? 

    Childhood is supposed to form us. And yet. When we cut ourselves off from our roots, it’s our own experiences that predominate. We forge our identity precisely through the outlook which detaches us. Childhood thus takes on a taste both sweet and sour, even perturbing, and the link with childhood develops in this detachment like a battle between what we have been, what we would have liked to have been and what we would like to be.

    Brigitte Bauer offers us her sensitive perspective on this highly delicate and fragile process of detachment, of becoming adult and of growing into freedom. 

    From reference to traditions to the impact of the religious (whether empty or full), from tastes and smells of one’s land to spaces conquered by the force of dream, from the continuity of life with all its glitches, from the scrutiny without concession that nature subjects us to, everything is evoked and is rooted in our own emotions: liberty is a fragile space which should never lock tenderness and attention in too tight a stranglehold. 

    Annakarin Quinto, April 2017


    Haus Hof Land
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    Haus Hof Land
    1987-2017

    Brigitte Bauer’s images have no other artifice but intention. And a framing of which she alone holds the secret. Emotions, stories, the unspoken, revelations and sometimes an aspiration to an undefined otherworldliness seem to emanate from them constantly.

    After the book D’Allemagne, published in 2003, this new collection of unpublished photographs is presented under the title of Haus Hof Land (house farm land). This could seem more intimate and more personal. Nothing of the sort. Quite the contrary. Distance grows. Coyness develops. And detachment leaves room to the spectator who can read, even discover, their own journey. The eye slowly reveals.

    From images suspended without being immobile, full of breath and breathing, emerge these strange and sometimes rough emotions, the kind felt by the uprooted. Love and worry, detachment and attachment, the critical gaze and unconditional tenderness, the link with childhood which is different for each person, inseparable from a place, smells, tastes, colours that we have left behind, that no longer belong to us but which have made up who we are. It is impossible not to feel on a tightrope all the time, torn between what is the past and those future choices which have taken us elsewhere, between impalpable but omnipresent memories, old and new. 

    Some take their childhood with them. They stay attached to it. It serves them as a pendulum. They fall in line with a continuity which they pass on to their own offspring. Others are cut off from it. How does that affect the view we have of our own personal history? And in an even broader sense, what incidence does it have on the view we have of History? Are we automatically more adult having left behind us the traces, memories and attachments to childhood? Does leaving your community equal a rite of passage? 

    Childhood is supposed to form us. And yet. When we cut ourselves off from our roots, it’s our own experiences that predominate. We forge our identity precisely through the outlook which detaches us. Childhood thus takes on a taste both sweet and sour, even perturbing, and the link with childhood develops in this detachment like a battle between what we have been, what we would have liked to have been and what we would like to be.

    Brigitte Bauer offers us her sensitive perspective on this highly delicate and fragile process of detachment, of becoming adult and of growing into freedom. 

    From reference to traditions to the impact of the religious (whether empty or full), from tastes and smells of one’s land to spaces conquered by the force of dream, from the continuity of life with all its glitches, from the scrutiny without concession that nature subjects us to, everything is evoked and is rooted in our own emotions: liberty is a fragile space which should never lock tenderness and attention in too tight a stranglehold. 

    Annakarin Quinto, April 2017