A love born in darkness.
A truth older than time.
A mystery best left untouched.
Sometimes, it is in the darkness that we learn to see.
Touch of the Swanga is a cinematic and philosophical drama set in the lush, untamed jungles of the South Pacific.
A National Geographic journalist seeks escape from the confines of a fractured, spiritually bankrupt world and the ghosts of his past. He accepts a daring assignment to capture on film Swanga, a mysterious woman living deep in the jungle of the Palau Archipelago. She is the last survivor of a cannibalistic tribe and is believed to be a witch. But on her remote island, it is he, Enzo, who becomes the captive. Blinded by Swanga, he is pulled into her mystical world, where raw human instincts, ancient wisdom, unrestrained femininity, and a force darker than myth itself become his new reality.
As their complex bond deepens, they confront the brutal poetry of survival and the ache of loneliness. Their love, born from pain, fear, and isolation, leads them to profound revelations about the meaning of life, love, and secrets older than time itself.
But the island is also home to a dark and ancient entity known as the Black Fish. After a terrifying struggle with unknown forces, Enzo’s eyes are opened to the fragile boundary between good and evil.
Shot on location in the dreamlike jungles of Palau Archipelago, Touch of the Swanga blends impressionistic visuals with striking jungle footage and underwater cinematography. It is a hypnotic love story and a philosophical tale of survival, transformation, and the answers to the human desire to find meaning in life’s greatest mysteries…
...even those better left unanswered.
From Enzo’s Memoir:
Our love was born out of pain, hunger, and the fear of loneliness… But it is true, and powerful love.
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Here on the island, I found my answers… There is no beginning, and no end.
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It is never too late to break the chains of tangible existence, free ourselves from fear, and escape the demons that haunt us. Close your eyes. Open your heart. Experience what is invisible.
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We are more than
mere shadows dancing on the wall of Plato’s cave…
THROUGH MY LENS THEN… NOW THROUGH YOUR EYES
All is just an illusion.
WHISPERS FROZEN IN FRAME