Welcome to the Bavarian Garden
Does Bavaria exist?
As a small child I said my prayers in German, yet I didn't understand the language. For a time I was surrounded by a Black Forest aesthetic: würsty holiday meals, black lettered wall hangings, cuckoo clocks, oompahs and my favorite Uncle Otto. And then it disappeared.
Now I think I've been making its imagined mountains into sculptures my whole life. Take Walter Abish, Susan Sontag, Mad King Ludwig, my Oma: throw them into a bag, shake it up and toss it in the air.
I'm not completely comfortable sitting here in a pile of confetti.
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Exhibition Photography by Sasha Charoensub