(excerpt) - ALL THINGS BETWEEN US

Born from loss, images reach toward one another — carrying a restless, unresolved desire across distance.

- Images, will you love one another?

Tenderly. Solemnly. Together.

In the middle of a road trip toward a nowhere that is also somewhere, I practice photography. It comes from a void — left by the men I have loved, continually renewed through their absence.

This 44-image series bears witness to an ongoing intimate transmutation: the void, experienced not only as absence but as a tragic chance. An opening — a space for drift, air for the imagination, a desert where an unstable tribe can emerge.

There were once men with whom I felt a blazing sense of contact, despite the vertiginous gap between us. There are now images brushing against one another: resonant, distant, near — foreign yet familiar, dissonant, coexisting without ever fully meeting.

Built in the tension between loss and memory, disappearance and arising, this constellation could have been titled HOMO / SEXUAL.

HOMO, from the Ancient Greek homós: similar, same, identical

SEXUAL, from the Latin sexus, from secare: to cut, to separate

You, me, them, elsewhere, here…

What binds us, truly?