It’s a hot, humid, feral walk through tropical mist made of mosquitoes.
This was an exploration with no destination—only surprises. Fear, raw and animal, dragged me into a pot of stew called “brutal.” I was boiled slow, melted piece by piece. It started with reverse culture shock. After years living abroad, I came back a stranger in my own homeland. Here, brutality isn’t a phase—it’s a way of life.
I first tried to connect this land with my mind. But it’s rawness shook me. I was forced to engage with my body instead—through the food I swallowed, the drinks I choked down, the nights I blacked out, the places I wandered. I carved my experiences through my viewfinder, slicing moments to preserve their cross-sections.
I tried to tame the jungle with thought, but I failed. The jungle swallowed me into disorder.
So, I started documenting—relentlessly. I turned my lens towards the jungle and shot portraits of discordancy. Images written in the vocabulary of insanity. The jungle bleeds from the banal to the bizarre, concealing its horrors and secrets. It embeds those born from nature in concrete. In this land, nature isn’t wild—it’s meant to be dominated, controlled.
I gathered fragments of my life and stitched them into a new jungle—one you can walk into.
This book unfolds in three chapters:
Welcome – the face.
To The – the flesh and blood.
Jungle – the organs and skulls.
Together, they form a body. The jungle is a body. And this book is its dissection.
It’s a hot, humid, feral walk through tropical mist made of mosquitoes.
This was an exploration with no destination—only surprises. Fear, raw and animal, dragged me into a pot of stew called “brutal.” I was boiled slow, melted piece by piece. It started with reverse culture shock. After years living abroad, I came back a stranger in my own homeland. Here, brutality isn’t a phase—it’s a way of life.
I first tried to connect this land with my mind. But it’s rawness shook me. I was forced to engage with my body instead—through the food I swallowed, the drinks I choked down, the nights I blacked out, the places I wandered. I carved my experiences through my viewfinder, slicing moments to preserve their cross-sections.
I tried to tame the jungle with thought, but I failed. The jungle swallowed me into disorder.
So, I started documenting—relentlessly. I turned my lens towards the jungle and shot portraits of discordancy. Images written in the vocabulary of insanity. The jungle bleeds from the banal to the bizarre, concealing its horrors and secrets. It embeds those born from nature in concrete. In this land, nature isn’t wild—it’s meant to be dominated, controlled.
I gathered fragments of my life and stitched them into a new jungle—one you can walk into.
This book unfolds in three chapters:
Welcome – the face.
To The – the flesh and blood.
Jungle – the organs and skulls.
Together, they form a body. The jungle is a body. And this book is its dissection.
It’s a hot, humid, feral walk through tropical mist made of mosquitoes.
This was an exploration with no destination—only surprises. Fear, raw and animal, dragged me into a pot of stew called “brutal.” I was boiled slow, melted piece by piece. It started with reverse culture shock. After years living abroad, I came back a stranger in my own homeland. Here, brutality isn’t a phase—it’s a way of life.
I first tried to connect this land with my mind. But it’s rawness shook me. I was forced to engage with my body instead—through the food I swallowed, the drinks I choked down, the nights I blacked out, the places I wandered. I carved my experiences through my viewfinder, slicing moments to preserve their cross-sections.
I tried to tame the jungle with thought, but I failed. The jungle swallowed me into disorder.
So, I started documenting—relentlessly. I turned my lens towards the jungle and shot portraits of discordancy. Images written in the vocabulary of insanity. The jungle bleeds from the banal to the bizarre, concealing its horrors and secrets. It embeds those born from nature in concrete. In this land, nature isn’t wild—it’s meant to be dominated, controlled.
I gathered fragments of my life and stitched them into a new jungle—one you can walk into.
This book unfolds in three chapters:
Welcome – the face.
To The – the flesh and blood.
Jungle – the organs and skulls.
Together, they form a body. The jungle is a body. And this book is its dissection.
