I Left My Heart...
I would not say I am a traveler. I never experienced that desire to explore new places and I’ve never listed traveling the world as a life goal. In childhood, family trips were few in number and were filled with conflict and turmoil amongst my parents and I. Perhaps this is why extended travel is a source of anxiety. Years before I began my graduate studies, I was carefree in my desire to visit Japan. It felt like something that couldn’t actually happen. As I started taking courses on Japanese art history and researching kawaii (cute) culture, both my desire to travel to Japan and to address my anxiety and mental health increased. Only recently have I been able to work through my fears surrounding travel.
The upheaval brought about by the pandemic necessitated a shift in my research and allowed me to work through my anxieties. I wondered how I could “find Japan” in localized travel for my research. Aesthetically, many of my interests were born in Japan. The kitschy and cheap objects from thrift stores and discount shops were frequently made in Japan. Big-eyed cute characters dominated the cultural landscape of my childhood. When I thought of San Francisco, I thought of how this place was a literal entry point to the States for these commodities.
In many ways San Francisco, with its ranging neighborhoods, simulates foreign travel. Each area of the city overlaps and meshes while retaining personality and creates the impression of a city of many cities. When planning my first visit, I knew I wanted to visit Japantown and Golden Gate’s tea garden, as in my eyes this was as close as I could get to Japan. I was unsure of where this research would take me and what my thesis exhibition might look like. The unknown is easily tied to anxiety. Almost immediately upon my arrival in the city, I felt a connection. This connection enabled me to suspend my anxiety about the unknown.
Within a day I had fallen in love. I’ve never had such a viscerally positive reaction to a place. I wandered aimlessly for hours and made hundreds of photographs. While I did photograph some icons, I found myself more drawn to details and the everyday. Photographs allow me to collect the uncollectable. Any images photographers make are about themselves (some more so than others). The decisions of composition and design and not to mention what they choose to examine closely all tell something of the photographer’s character, their desires, and their hopes. In my obsessive post-trip research, I grasped threads to tie me back to those places. I was like an adolescent with a crush striving to know everything about the object of my affections. I began collecting mid-century souvenirs that fed my love of kitsch. With my dozens of postcards, maps, assorted ephemera, souvenirs, and my photo proofs I began to earnestly plan my return. I wondered if my love was fleeting and that no more images would beckon me to be made. My doubts were quickly dispelled; if anything, my love and interest grew and continues to grow.
I Left My Heart…
Kayla Bauer, 2022
Stay With Me
The exhibition is presented in two parts: the entry is an installation of archived personal and rescued objects presented like a storefront window. This installation shares a view into my creative space, albeit an idealized and curated version of my working studio. By arranging these objects in such a way, I invite viewers into a deeply personal space, as if you are in my studio alone, allowing for personal connections to my collections.
The interior of the gallery contains large, detailed portraits of keepsakes given to me by my mother. Each photograph is given a written story as to its origins in a very matter-of-fact way. The isolated image of a doll focuses attention to the passage of time of its life. Stay with Me elevates and cherishes these subjects and the stories reinforce the unreliable nature of memories.
Objects and photographs both facilitate memories for me that show the passage of time and their inaccuracies. Because of this, it gives me the place to rewrite my history. Whether it be purging objects with negative memories, destroying photographs or treasuring objects.
Some collections replace lost possessions and others play to my previously unreachable childhood desires. Other well-worn objects and found images have no direct connection to myself other than I found them and fell in love. When I welcome a rescued object into my life, I rarely know any of its personal history, its life starts anew with me.
Kayla Bauer, 2021