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There's something so special about adult films pre internet digitization, VHS tapes copied and circulated in your community, mailing lists and...

The process of turning base material into gold, the philosophers stone. A metaphor for the way certain acts and bodily materials are treated as...

Moments only captured in the sun

Red light scatters across sparkled skin as a pair of eyes lure you closer to the screen

The act of penetration at its core is invasion, sometimes intensely and acutely desired and begged for and sometimes more complex. The sensation is...

Highlighting the intricacies lost in convention between two people focused solely in themselves.

Our orgies are acts of ritual celebration that against the odds, somehow, still here in the writhing and intertwining of smoke, sweat and bodies.

The act of giving up control; devotion and subjugation. Dual states of purity and sin. The ritual of transcendence. The undertones of tension that...

You're getting fucked without even knowing. Fucked behind your back. Fucked in the shadow of your absence.

The Proximity series explores a digital replication of intimacy. The intense closeness of the camera highlights interactions sometimes lost in...

The period of time when the sun falls below the horizon line and tears of blue and orange gradiate the sky. I’ve always called this indigo hour...

Sex 'fuses' bodies, entering, penetrating, consuming, holding, manipulating physical forms to remove any space left between us, pushing through...

To get into the mess and fuck in the wreckage. To give over to pure physical sensation and stare into the void of atrocity, oblivion. The body as...

Our bodies are conduits, sex is transference of energy. Eyes, mouths and orifices become blackholes against glittering skin, fluids dark against...

A Botticelli made flesh, two artist’s models in the studio sitting for a painting, laid out in the sun. Marble statues draped in sheets,...

A forced perspective through lips

Tender kisses, sharp nails, and desire laid out in a bed of flowers

A muted record of beginnings

Connection through shattered mirrors, black paint, candles, and cold cement

Adjoining mouths find connection within each other... and a popsicle