I live to make images. Seriously. Not a photographic record of what IS. More like visual ideas of what lies beneath. The suggestion. The stillness before the motion. The fantasy - not the actuality. And then there is rope, and all the sensuality of skin, rope and light. Especially Men in Rope... The strain of a brawny bicep against jute. Muscles wrapped in coils of bondage. Smooth skin, harsh rope. Good boy, brat - all of them feeling the kiss of restraint. Men bound.