Vex Ashley Movies

The invisible lines that bind us together become tangible.

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

Momentum, moments, movement mix together in bliss.

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

A transference of energy; an exothermic reaction. The marks are product. A way of distilling intangible energy into physical permanence. Skin is the...

A Botticelli made flesh, two artist’s models in the studio sitting for a painting, laid out in the sun. Marble statues draped in sheets,...

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

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...

Visual distortions mixed together providing and interconnectedness found only within another's embrace

Transgression in the form of unyielding bodies melding together and the rebirth of self it causes

A taboo dive into divine nature providing a reminder of what greater connections we possess with the things around us

Indulgence in it's first form

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

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

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...

Set in the 1600s, a group of women are filled with an uncontrollable desire to run, touch, and tear themselves apart

Erotics are not found in revelation but in walking towards knowing in the darkness, down a long corridor, in a labyrinth, in the maze but never quite...

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

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

We record, broadcast and replicate our images on an unprecedented scale. Observing and seeing.