The Fall

There's something so special about adult films pre internet digitization, VHS tapes copied and circulated in your community, mailing lists and screening parties and brown paper bags were the distribution model. The intimate privacy of a time capsule contained in a black plastic film cartridge, hidden in the back of a drawer, labelled as something inconspicuous so as not to arouse suspicion - hidden treasure.

Hazy, dreamy, breathlessness. Gasping, exhaling.

Sex 'fuses' bodies, entering, penetrating, consuming, holding, manipulating physical forms to remove any space left between us, pushing through spacial boundaries to experience an intense and vulnerable closeness and combination. 'Fuse' also references electricity, electrical currents and overload, whereas Carolee Schneemann shot her film Fuses in 1967 on analog 16mm celluloid we make films, fuck and communicate using digital, electronic devices, currents flowing across continents onto screens - now more than ever in the wake of the pandemic. A film made in lockdown isolation that honoured the potential future collaborations missed and explored new ways to fuse and fuck across distances. Bodies projected over and merging, the light from them captured through lenses into binary, transmitted across distances into shimmering pixels on screens thrown in beams of light onto and into another body.

All that glitters is gold, images built in the pooling trails across skin.

An exploration in narcissistic desire, a kind of autoeroticopsis in being the subject of desire for yourself.

Why do we like to be called Mommy? The archetype of mother looms over us across cultures, it’s powerful and ubiquitous so it’s unsurprising that it can show up in our sexual psyches.

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

A purification ritual, salt and water.

Barriers are an augmentation not just a limit - they have potential for new sensations. Bodies take on different qualities. Smooth, shiny tactileness. Cold or warm when in contact with skin. Transmitting sensation without faithfully replicating it.

The invisible lines that bind us together become tangible.

Transgression in the form of unyielding bodies melding together and the rebirth of self it causes

Softness and wetness and opening yourself up. About consuming and feeding, being merged and joined. One consuming the other, both folding into each other, temporarily one.

Sleep is such a vulnerable state, it requires a complete letting go of control. Slipping out of waking consciousness into another world. A world controlled by an unpredictable subconscious that loves to play tricks on you. Watching someone fall asleep is to see them move through different states of being, exposed and unaware.

Flux is the conduit for transference of energy.

Visual distortions mixed together providing and interconnectedness found only within another's embrace

A taboo dive into divine nature providing a reminder of what greater connections we possess with the things around us