Intimacy & Exposure

This show is made of skin. Not just the kind that sells lotion and shame but the thin, sensitive kind that blisters when you peel back the glossy ad. These are instant lies that somehow feel more honest than anything else. They were never meant to last and that’s part of the point. They fade. They warp. Like memory. Like lust. Like value.

I started collecting these moments between the margins: motel sheets, window mannequins, magazine cutouts with lipstick already worn off. Some of the images are stage,. some weren’t supposed to be seen but all of them are commodities, in one way or another.

Sex is easy to sell, that’s why it’s everywhere but what happens when you photograph it in a format built for nostalgia and impulse? When you shoot it raw, let the flash bleach the flaws and don’t retouch a damn thing?

What’s left is something in between transaction and tenderness.

This exhibition is about exposure of bodies, yes, but also of intent. It’s about the cheapness of desire and the high cost of pretending we’re above it. Every image here was a moment: snapped fast, developed slowly and now hung in a gallery like it means something.

Maybe it does. Maybe it’s just a mirror but thanks for looking and remember, every gaze is a kind of purchase.