Vex Ashley Movies

The thiasus, was the ecstatic retinue of Dionysus.

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

A forced perspective through lips

Indulgence in it's first form

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

Represented reflections of bodies linked in union and their spiritual connection.

Textures and second skin causing confinement only to be released, squeezed through.

Our orgies are acts of ritual celebration that against the odds, somehow, still here in the writhing and intertwining of smoke, sweat and bodies.

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

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...

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

Flux is the conduit for transference of energy.

The process of turning base material into gold, the philosophers stone. A metaphor for the way certain acts and bodily materials are treated as...

Unyielding urges dressed in warm light under the cover of darkness

The role of submissive, and the potential for transcendence in consensual degradation is powerful. Endurance is powerful. Subverting perfection is...

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

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

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...

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...

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...