Vex Ashley Movies

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...

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

The serpent deceived me, and I ate. Celebrating what is tactile, smooth, and sticky.

Flux is the conduit for transference of energy.

There's something so special about adult films pre internet digitization, VHS tapes copied and circulated in your community, mailing lists and...

It’s about the pull, the draw, of the visceral sensation, the gravitational pull towards the centre of the black hole. So potent that...

All that we see or seem Is but a dream within a dream.

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

To share and consume the liquid form of communication with another

We broadcast our image in cells and pixels across distances, viewed by lenses, pushed through codecs and compression algorithms, adapting new ways to...

A practice in self-worship through fervent sighs

The intersection of Femininity and The Grotesque, when femme-ness, glamour, glitter is exaggerated to the point of excess, stomach-turning...

A muted record of beginnings

The Proximity series explores a digital replication of intimacy. The intense closeness of the camera highlights interactions sometimes lost in...

Come as you are, in unshieded light with the rise of the sun.

Our bodies are conduits, sex is transference of energy. Eyes, mouths and orifices become blackholes against glittering skin, fluids dark against...

Unyielding urges dressed in warm light under the cover of darkness

Both raised with Catholicism to varying degrees and both devout femme dykes, their relationship weaves the symbolism and practices of the church with...

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

The period of time when the sun falls below the horizon line and tears of blue and orange gradiate the sky. I’ve always called this indigo hour...