Finally The Sun explores the intricate dynamics of queer relationships, centring around themes of connection, intimacy, love and pleasure.

By scrutinising and challenging the traditional tropes and stereotypes surrounding queer love, my work interrogates the societal preconceptions and expectations that limit its expression.

All images by: Olivia Mròz. Header image titled ‘Bright Eye’.

Heart.

An Offering.

Big God.

My self-reflexive practice examines themes surrounding queerness, sex, identity and the interconnectedness of the emotional state and trauma.

I manipulate my figures through layers of distortion and erasure – this reflects my subconscious psychological processing whilst simultaneously acting as grounding catharsis.

Crescent.

Three.

Collaborating with my partner Emma Osborne, a horror writer, has been a productive and fruitful creative endeavor that has deepened my engagement with these themes.

Our partnership has enabled a nuanced investigation of the complexities and contradictions that exist in queer relationships, including their fears, anxieties and desires.

My Lips.

Untitled.

Together, we have created a body of work that captures the emotional depth and vulnerability of queer love.

My aim is not only to create work that represents the diverse experiences of queer individuals, but also to contribute to a broader cultural conversation that acknowledges and celebrates this diversity.

A Quiet.

Tender.

Ingres’s Violin.

Emma wrote a series of poems inspired by both our developing romantic relationship and my photographs of us, which in turn assisted me in selecting the final images for the collection.

Ingres’s Violin

How many:

questions/choices/accidents/synchronicities/atrocities/revolutions/cacophonies

shifted and swayed and bent to bring us to alignment?

Eight planets, countless stars, a movement/moment of the spinning black

that will never repeat (but which provoked) an orbit that

Swings

Together

Dented Teeth.

Dented Teeth

My love for you will last as long

as my teeth.

Depth.

Depth

Your first smile was an explosion of light in my chest, a thump of sunlight

and blossoms.

This is good and this is right.

It’s indelible, that summer smile,

etched in the bones above my heart.

When you shine at me, I wanted to bury

myself in you, fall down deep in you, taste you in my mouth.