Vex Ashley Movies

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

Not fucking but being fucked. Being taken. Taken out of your brain and into your body. Sex that knocks sense out of you for a second. Where...

Sleep is such a vulnerable state, it requires a complete letting go of control. Slipping out of waking consciousness into another world. A world...

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...

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

You're getting fucked without even knowing. Fucked behind your back. Fucked in the shadow of your absence.

Tender kisses, sharp nails, and desire laid out in a bed of flowers

Jealousy is a visceral emotion. Being driven to distraction and loss of control is akin to slipping down the rabbit hole, a descent into hell. Safety...

Porn aesthetics and archetypes are fascinating, sex on film has always been innovative, at the forefront of pushing technology and creativity. Being...

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

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...

Abjection is a complicated, multifaceted concept that this person is going to do a much better job of beginning to explain than me. It explores how...

Moments only captured in the sun

The pull of the black square, the luminous screen, both a window and a mirror has been ever more persistent in our consciousness. Increasingly our...

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

Red light scatters across sparkled skin as a pair of eyes lure you closer to the screen

A forced perspective through lips

Connection through shattered mirrors, black paint, candles, and cold cement

Adjoining mouths find connection within each other... and a popsicle

Flux is the conduit for transference of energy.