A collage of the same expression and pose which – even torn out of its context – only have one unmistakeable message. When focusing – and focusing in such a plump way – on one single and quite theatrical side of such a strong and complex and thereby vulnerable matter as sexuality, you loose both the real and the hidden. Paradoxically you end up with a standardised nothingness, an over-glossy coloured image which in fact presents a bleach bloodlessness, reducing skin, flesh and fluids to a ridiculous ( and somewhat frightening sad ) tapestriesed pile of dry bones.

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