Entwined black-outlined figures proliferate against multicolored luminescent backgrounds as if according to some genetic code gone mad. The works show no perspective, but rather a swarming superficiality; no suggestion of passing time, but rather an atemporality which freezes the bodies in their ascent and fall; no narrative, but rather a convulsive interpenetration of undifferentiated figures which mime a hymn to orgy—an asexualized orgy. Sex, however, appears everywhere in its most obvious characteristics. Every imaginable species and object, phallus erect, shows off a grotesque sexuality: