Author: Dayana Lucas + Johnathan Saldanha
(...) The long arc of trees suspended over the water seemed to drip and glow with myriad prisms, the trunks and branches covered in streaks of crimson yellow light that blended across the surface of the water, as if the whole scene were being reproduced by some ultra-active Technicolor process. (...)
Entering the Jungle implies submitting ourselves to the absolute indistinction and indifference between the inner and outer worlds. It means crossing a threshold into an immersive and expanding environment beyond the limits of our body, simultaneously organic and mental, trapping us in an enclosure (a cave, a cavity) without points of orientation and with multiple entrances from which we can only intuit one exit: a space of echoes, visitations, drifts and constant infiltrations of the dream into reality and of reality into the dream. The Jungle is, in this sense, a machine (symbolic, sensorial and sonorous) of fictions, flows and subterranean intensities in which we enter and introduce ourselves completely while we ourselves are the pieces of this machine of contamination.