Four Chambers Movies

You're watching everything pass you by but you're separated, removed from the outside world by a pane of glass, sealed in your own private reality....

Sleep is such a vulnerable state, it requires a complete letting go of control. Slipping out of waking consciousness into another world. A world...

The thiasus, was the ecstatic retinue of Dionysus.

Momentum, moments, movement mix together in bliss.

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

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

It wasn't night and it wasn't day, but some lurid third interval that had suddenly slipped between them and would never end.

The intersection of Femininity and The Grotesque, when femme-ness, glamour, glitter is exaggerated to the point of excess, stomach-turning...

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

It’s about the pull, the draw, of the visceral sensation, the gravitational pull towards the centre of the black hole. So potent that...

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

Treating bodies like botany, in intense, investigative close up, scientifically graphic, reveals them at their most intimate but also maybe their...

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...

Hazy, dreamy, breathlessness. Gasping, exhaling.

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

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

We record, broadcast and replicate our images on an unprecedented scale. Observing and seeing.

Flux is the conduit for transference of energy.

Indulgence in it's first form

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...