Fine Art Photography
Lara Wilde uses light as a narrative tool.
Much of this visual language is built through long exposures and hand-painted light, allowing each frame to accumulate rather than simply capture a moment. Light directs, isolates and changes the emotional meaning of a space.
Her photographs move between observation and construction. Spaces become psychologically charged, gestures remain ambiguous, and the distinction between what was found and what was staged is deliberately left unstable.
“The narrative constructed with the light works. The portraits are unsettling and uncomfortable for the viewer.”
Marion Tandé, MoMA
I know how I got here, but I don't know how to leave →
“I know how I got here, but I don't know how to leave.”
This series begins with the uncomfortable feeling of being late to the party. Not to a particular one, but to humanity itself. A sense that some of humanity’s best days might already be behind us, while the future feels increasingly narrow, fragile and difficult to believe in.
But your baby is fine →
This photographic series explores the complex emotions surrounding childbirth when the experience diverges from expectations, and the subsequent dismissal of those feelings with the phrase "But your baby is fine." Through self-portraiture and staged compositions, the work creates a visual language for the often silenced emotional landscape of birth trauma and disappointment.
Urban collisions →
Berlin comes in pieces. These are some.
Berlin and Lara have a difficult relationship, full of love, mistrust and occasional breakups. But they keep holding on, mostly because they don’t know who they are without each other.
You look different from afar →
You look different from afar was created during the pandemic as a collaboration between Lara Wilde and her grandmother, the artist Ruth Bubel-Bickhardt.
Lasting, not lasting →
In the small villages of Lower Saxony time froze 1000 years ago. Since then, the wheat grows on the fields, the thatch gets dried while the sun goes up and down again. The generations of farmers run by like the seasons, children are growing up and having children of their own. Where nature is near, death is still a part of life.
Smells like heartbreak →
When there is breakup, there is pain. Afterwards we can build a new relationship as friends or at least as acquaintances. But most of us don't: We hide, ghost or ignore. Not because it is the adult thing to do but because we can't help it. Years later there is not much left of what was once our world. So here it what remains: The smell of our loved ones and their last text.
Exposed Landscapes →
City people; we are hasting between coffee shops, clubs and busy sidewalks, in the middle of everything, with our shiny Instagram feeds, always in a swarm. Until we enter out tiny apartments and step into lonesomeness, behind closed doors, where we leave something of us behind and enter another world, wether or not we want to. Here, in the darkness of our own thoughts, something is catching up with us again that was hidden within the sparkling world outside.