Darker, You Fucker!

There is no blooming in this story. In fact, there may be no story at all – only a death-scented illusion of sex. And isolation that appears perennial. A labyrinth in which a dead end often acts as an asylum... or does it? I feel it can be different, but I don’t know how, or when. Powerlessness has turned into a goddman habit. The soul is naked, and its despair is naked as well. Sometimes, even mystery is naked, like the shadow that lost its owner. Too many empty promises bring forth extra gloom... Is disappearance the only way out?

Zeros

Four Like One

Sneakers

Happier Together

The Ancient Ritual

Devotion

The Hearth

A Tie-In

A Magic Trick

In Plain Sight

Ray of Light

Impossibility of Unicorns

Intimacy Installation

... Over Spilled Milk

Secrets & Droplets

Whack-A-Mole

The Blessing

Meltdown

The Rope

Stark Inwardness

Exhibit Ω

Illuminated Isolation

Drawing heavily upon the 20th century queer photography and analog film aesthetics, Illuminated Isolation operates like a fragmented storyboard, as it explores a sort of a ‘limbic friction’, or rather, the intersection between psychological estrangement, undisclosed desires, and mystical trappings of the subconscious mind. Centered around two male figures – the avatars of heightened vulnerability – the series navigates through stark, unwelcoming spaces, ranging from brutalist chambers to ancient stone ruins, and invites the viewer to piece together a liminal narrative of tension, (dis)connection and introspection suspended out of time.

Guess Who?

In the Labyrinth

Lost

The Corridor

Mirror, the Liar

Dark Room

The Wall

Disappearing Stairs

Emergence

Defying Logic

Film Noir

Behind the Glass

Pool, Interior

Alone Together

Hardcore

Glimmer of Light

Blue. Period!

Absurdity, minimalism, surrealism, light humor, and heavy homoeroticism get amalgamated in yet another instance of ‘creative repose’, challenging the puritan guidelines of Gemini AI, and the sanctity of blue. Operating as the frames from an unmade, formally rigorous film – a spiritual successor to Apocryphal Scriptures, these images strive to inject at least one glimmer of light into the darkness of our realities. Not to be taken seriously nor to be dismissed as self-indulgent, they exist in a limbo between a fantasy and banality, in the state of self-imposed isolation, and heightened vulnerability. 

Make a Wish

Hot Line

Networking

Before the Duel

Only Water

Comfort Zone

Amphibian Fantasy

Angel’s Eggs

It Wasn’t Me!

Spoonfed

Training Day

Bedroom

Some Witchcraft

Waiting for Godette