Body as Language
As a heterosexual, cisgender man, I come from a demographic where vulnerability of the body is rarely explored — unless it’s through the controlled, performative lens of gym culture. But for me, the body is more than a display of strength; it’s a medium for sincerity, emotion, and transformation.
Through photography and video, I collaborate with artists—both emerging and experienced—to create a shared visual language. Each project becomes a dialogue, where movement, light, and presence shape new ways of seeing. Sometimes the body is raw and fragile, sometimes playful or surreal, but always an exploration of what lies beneath the surface.
This page is a collection of those moments—works that blur the boundaries between self, space, and perception.
The light barely touches the wall in front of me, erasing its presence, leaving me suspended in a void. There is nothing but my body and the shadow that chases it. A small movement — a shift by mere centimeters — and my shadow surges forward by a meter, stretching, reaching, as if trying to catch me.
This video performance, created with photographer Fernanda de Icaza, was born from my fear of losing a loved one to death. The fear that something just out of reach is always looming, trying to pull us apart. The result is a piece that feels gentle yet inevitable, sad yet strangely serene. Without a visible wall, a room, or any trace of the real world, it exists in an in-between space—like grief itself, where presence and absence blur into one.
Artists: Philip Yakushin, Della Gelatelno, Fernanda de Icaza, Nana Chentsova