Touch is an interaction of the simplest of kinds. Whether it be by collision, a caress or a graze in sequence, to touch or be touched is a multi-faceted exchange. In this performance piece, touch is conscious, warm and heartfelt at it’s roots, ripe with adoration, a taste of desperation, and driven by a thick blood of longing and lust. An exchange between “flesh” of different kinds, clinging to a love that ignited as fast as it died, like the salty shore stones on a receding tide. It’s a glimpse at the strength in the grip of the heart in the instance of feeling estranged from a thing; a perpetuated visual imagination of emotional and physical infatuation.
Photographs courtesy of Maryann Worrell