Raúl Tuda
Naked Lunch is a visual manifesto — a grotesque banquet of symbols where objects are torn from meaning, ripped from their comfort zones, and forced into strange new lives. Borrowing its title from William S. Burroughs’ hallucinatory novel, the project dives into the concept of the naked lunch moment — that “frozen instant when the mask slips, when everyone sees the raw, unfiltered truth at the end of every fork. The moment when the image stops performing and starts revealing — not just the object, but the world that birthed it.
Raúl’s work chews through the noise of modern life and spits it back as surreal poetry — absurd, beautiful, and brutal. Naked Lunch is a protest in pictures: a stuttering scream against consumption, nationalism, war, surveillance — against the grotesque theatre of daily life. The objects you thought you understood are cast in drag, performing new, unstable identities. Candy becomes flesh. Flame becomes hunger. Plastic becomes prophecy.
This work is designed to disorient. It seduces the viewer only to push them away, forcing an active negotiation with the image. That friction — between familiarity and strangeness, play and menace — is where meaning festers. The photographs become mirrors, not of the world as it is, but of the surreal psychic landscape we live inside: anxious, performative, endlessly contradictory.
Naked Lunch doesn’t want to be decoded — it wants to be felt in the gut.
This is not a project about control. It’s about the spectacle of its collapse.
A map of contradictions.
A hallucination staged with brutal precision.
This is what happens when meaning melts under heat.
When culture turns on itself.
When the surreal is the only language left.
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