Desire is often reduced to sex. I’ve never believed it was that simple.

To me, desire begins long before touch. It lives in a lingering glance, in the need to be seen, in curiosity, in trust, in power, in vulnerability, and in the invisible space between people. It can be playful or unsettling, tender or uncomfortable. Sometimes it brings us closer to ourselves, and sometimes it reveals parts of us we didn’t know were there.

This series isn’t an attempt to define desire. It’s a collection of observations, questions and fragments gathered over time. Different bodies, different relationships, different ways of searching for intimacy, connection and identity.

Perhaps desire can never be fully explained. It can only be observed, experienced and remembered.

These photographs are simply my notes on desire.