There are men in my pornography that consume me and Kevin makes up almost a third of all the digital images. The photographs themselves aren’t particularly hard-core but he taps into raw masculinity that most people find repugnant. This series explores my obsession to collect, find, and mourn Kevin.

For a solo show at Practice Gallery in New York I eulogized Kevin by leaving the main gallery empty. His classified ad was postered to the back of the wall facing the closet. The audience was asked to write a post-humorous love letter, mail it to his advertised address, and send a copy to the gallery. These images were used in the book Write: Kevin.
Mark