My photography reflects the growing sentiment within the Balinese seeking a return to the wisdom of the past.

This is true happiness: to have no ambition and to work like a horse as if you had every ambition. To live far from men, not to need them and yet to love them.

Gung Ama is no ordinary photographer. He works with an Afghan box camera he built by hand—an analog portal in a digital world. But the camera is only part of the story. In Bali, there’s a word for what his work holds: taksu. It’s not just talent—it’s a sacred force.

Sculptures wore red hibiscus, their stone faces watching as ancient frangipani twisted toward the sky. Cobras and dragons guarded the stairway .

The performance ended like a sudden storm, leaving the air charged and alive. We followed through the maze of Golden Gai, drinking under dim lights in bars & otherworldly dens.

Each piece, born from hand-painted visions, carries the weight of old gods, wild stories, and the hallucinations of cultures long forgotten.

The Kecak Dance originate from the Balinese ancient ritual  called Sanghyang. A trance ritual accompanied by a male chorus. This dance was not exhibited as entertainment but is a specific series of sacred ceremonies intended to ask for safety from disaster and to clear away or wards off evil spirits.  

Silk, a fabric synonymous with luxury, is notoriously delicate. The creation of a single printed silk shirt unfolds like a carefully choreographed performance.

Chasing shadows through Cartagena's ancient streets.

Hazy days by the Mekong River​.