There is a peculiar kind of memory that never fully leaves us. It lingers in the scent of damp soil after rain, in the texture of tall grass brushing against bare skin, in the fading outlines of places we once called home.
For Joanna Wolff, returning to the landscape of her childhood was not an act of nostalgia, but a quiet encounter with the foundations of self.

Set against the rolling hills of southeastern Poland, amidst overgrown fields and a weathered greenhouse standing as a monument to another time, Back to the Wild unfolds as a meditation on memory, identity, and belonging.

Photographed by Kasia Kościelniak, the story moves between cultivated and untamed worlds. Tailoring meets earth. Fur dissolves into grass. Domestic rituals become almost mythological. Vegetables, tools, and forgotten structures emerge as symbols of a landscape that continues to shape those who leave it behind.

Rather than looking back, Back to the Wild explores what remains. The traces carried within us long after we have wandered elsewhere. The places that persist beneath the surface. The wildness that was never truly lost.