In his debut monograph, Emiliano Zúñiga Hernández depicts his domestic life and surroundings in the mountains of Costa Rica in a series of delicate, lyrical photographs.
“We ran a healing center, a garden for people to come and rest from their struggles. When it had eventually dissolved, I was wounded. Having once been the healer, I was too afraid to ask for help. Where we lived in the mountains, people would often exclaim how lucky I was to live in such a paradise, one which, for me, carried the ghost of a broken ideal. It became a cave of guilt and shame. Natsuko and the animals, the small slant of light that shone through the cracks of my depression, were emblematic of the freedom I longed for. Through them I could dig my way out and reencounter the beauty of what we really are in this world. I could find my role again.”
