Forged Obscenities

A purification ritual, salt and water.

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.

Love story between Charlotte & Lou and her physical / mental reconstruction after a traffic accident. Charlotte will come back to life through love, her passion for dance, but also through sex, with the help of a sex worker dedicated to supporting people with disabilities Following her separation, Lou, a reserved young woman, rents out a room in her oversized apartment, which she struggles to take on alone. During one of her dance lessons, she will meet Charlotte, a photographer, looking for a new place to live. After her installation, Lou will quickly be troubled by Charlotte, as much by her attitude, deliberately casual and liberated, as by her beauty and her charisma. Thus begins a passionate and passionate story between the two women which will allow Lou to explore new sensations, new experiences, shattering the limits which were hers until then.

Hazy, dreamy, breathlessness. Gasping, exhaling.

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. Time moves differently inside. You're able to observe and be observed by other drivers that pass but you're each just watching from inside your own tiny parallel universes. Surrounded by these endlessly travelling lights and shadows, ghosts of the outside creeping in. Inside a moving prism of glass and mirrors reflecting cycling scattered images from another time and another place.

The thiasus, was the ecstatic retinue of Dionysus.

Momentum, moments, movement mix together in bliss.

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

A practice in self-worship through fervent sighs

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 body and all it's interiors. Pushing back against the idolisation of the body as an immutable object to be sanitised and preserved. Not a doll to be put on a shelf and admired. The body - not as a temple - but a playground to be entered, spread, explored. Slippery openings, spit and flesh and hair. Playing in the mess. Limbs merging, breaching the boundaries of the internal. Entering each other, going where you shouldn’t, merging form.

The intersection of Femininity and The Grotesque, when femme-ness, glamour, glitter is exaggerated to the point of excess, stomach-turning glistening, gluttonous, grossness. Gorgeous with emphasis on the gorge.

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

A meditation on obscenity, censorship, the body, excess and restriction, fakery and reality. The series is based loosely around the alchemical process of The Great Work/ Magnum Opus - the process of turning base material into gold, the philosophers stone.

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.

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

London, today. A refugee washes up naked in a suitcase on the bank of the Thames. The enigmatic, sexually fluid stranger introduces himself to a bourgeois, upper-class family, who invite him to stay on as an employee. The Visitor soon seduces each member in a series of explicit sexual encounters. He will turn their world upside down as they can redefine themselves in new, radical ways.

A group of sex workers rent a remote mansion to shoot OnlyFans content...until a tragic accident unleashes Blowie: a doll-faced killer with a thirst for vengeance.

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.

Erotic hallucinations start to haunt Lina after a night out. As her world starts to morph, a mysterious latex-gloved, masked figure joins her in a wet and slimy power play of pleasure. Ruptured re-envisions erotically charged moments from mainstream horror through a queer pornographic lens. Centering queer sexuality, and POC female and non-binary characters, the film subverts what would usually remain hidden, absent or cast as deviant within the genre.

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

It is the year 2060 and AIDS has been eradicated. However, in some, the HIV virus has now mutated into a gene from which a drug can be produced that has become the white powder of the twenty-first century. With a virtually supported scanning system, secret police are trying to identify anyone who carries this gene. Filmed in Berlin, Taiwan-born multimedia artist and filmmaker Shu Lea Cheang’s science fiction dystopia revolves around a struggle to gain control over the production and exploitation of bodily fluids. Her film is like an orgiastic opera; a breathless round of bodies, secretions, performances and sexual acts often performed in the service of an overriding economy. An unusual, largely experimental and deliberately parapornographic drama in which the borders between the sexes as well as homo-, hetero-, bi-, trans- or intersexual are constantly blurred.

The protagonist chooses three cards in a tarot reading. Gradually, each card becomes an animation that leads to a new vignette of the movie and a new journey of self-discovery to explore.

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

Through post-porn, performance and wrestling, Puck tries to figure out her place in the world.

A re-imagination of a lesbian cruising ground, in direct response to Annette Kennerley’s Sex Lies Religion.

A crew is shooting a libertine costume film in the countryside when Valentin, the director, suddenly disappears. While the local police investigates, the film shoot continues but takes an odd turn. Robin, the cameraman and director’s lover, follows a promise and reaches the Mexican Pacific.

It’s about the pull, the draw, of the visceral sensation, the gravitational pull towards the centre of the black hole. So potent that it’s magnetism has an effect even when it’s not necessarily you engaged in the physical action. The call of the void.

"Welcome to the Fisting Club, The first rule of the Fisting Club is : Never talk about the Fisting Club."

In Ger(wo)many, when an army of radical females is preparing for a final revolution and a utopian world without men, a young male soldier arrives seeking refuge at the convent.

Lina and Carmina meet in Berlin to prepare Guacamole for dinner. They reminisce about their native Mexico. The two friends gradually grow closer, and the chili pepper makes them very, very hot.