Stay on the path
The peruvian mountain jungle
I took part of a collective art event held in Tierra Mitica, in the Peruvian jungle, and I got to say, the jungle was nothing I imagined. Or better said, I feared.
The explosion of life in unbelievable: the plants, the flowers, the insects, the sounds, the colors, it’s like a song that was made to stick to your mind and never let you go.
I went there fearing bugs and I discovered beauty. The beauty of colours and diversity, the beauty of this intricate mechanism, self-sufficient and guided by one single rule: “Survival of the fittest”.
I went there twice during the rainy season and the rains never bothered me. They were part of this world, as natural as the trees…
I discovered the beauty of going to sleep while hearing all the jungle sounds… and they were not frightening, but natural and calming. The sounds made men feel I was part of the jungle.
I went there not knowing what to expect, and I still don’t know what to expect, as, each time I went, it surprises me with details I haven’t noticed before…