This is an exploration of screens and how they translate the visceral flesh of sex and bodies and what that now means today in an age of digital pornography. In short, fuck being reduced to 'muse' - in art, in porn, in life, whatever.
Music
Self
For Love We Can
What grows out of pink
O Amor
BoxBallet
I AM GLITCHING
My Biker
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