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exhibitions

Suny: purchase college, Talk 13 years of a collective, Postcards from Tarlabasi, March 2023, New York City

Postcards from Tarlabasi, Vision Europa, March 2020, Vilshofen a.d.D./Germany

F3 - Freiraum für Fotografie, Public portfolio walk, 2018, Berlin/Germany

Schwimmende Heimaten ( installation ) & Postcards from Tarlabasi, Occupy Flutgraben, August 2018, Berlin/Germany

Postcards from Tarlabasi, Lost 48h artfestival, Berlin/Germany

Postcards from Tarlabasi, Istanbul Biennial, Pasaj, September 2017, Istanbul/Turkey

Remember Detroit, Kunstnacht, July 2017, Passau/Germany

art residencies

Pasaj, September 2017, Istanbul/Turkey

 

publications

Monopol Magazin Online, 2018

140 Journos, Istanbul/Turkey, Oktober 2017 >> read

Passauer Neue Presse, Passau/Germany, Juli 2017

Born 1983 in Berlin Neukölln, Aline Mauch grew up in Passau, a small town in Lower Bavaria. 

After studying graphic design in Passau, and performing arts in Montpellier, she has returned to Berlin and here she brings a sharp eye for aesthetics and performance to photography, the medium in which her artistic vision and expression feel at home.

In the recurring departure from her homeland, she finds a decisive role in the high alpine mountains of Switzerland, which shape both her art and her private life. For this she goes into further training as a mountain rescuer with the Bavarian Mountain Rescue Service.

For Mauch, the primary function of fictional space is to address the searching questions social conscience asks. She sees every frame in her work like a forum, where individual selves and viewpoints may resolve or dissolve into masks;

What gives her work its authentic, distinctive edge is that her interior journey of self-examination informs each visible shape and vibrant nuance of the stories she tells.

We are invited to recollect with her a space of belonging, that may become our own, and the borders we must create or circumvent to arrive there. These borders may be mountains, hard to cross, or the dialects we learn to live with, or the momentary walls of days and seasons that converge around us.

We are drawn into portaits of lives other than our own. The foreign land appears almost familiar.

The ego of secure identity is made suddenly, fruitfully strange.

© Aline Mauch