…is the title of the Paul P. show at the Daniel Reich Gallery (which closes 2/8, I believe, so if you’re in Chelsea get over there and see it now).  I love the dreamlike – yet entirely unsentimental – allure of these images, the outside-of-time feeling that is the hallmark of desire.  To capture without constraining – without containing – that desirous moment … That’s art, isn’t it.

Writing about sex is easy.  Writing about desire – about the particular blend of longing and heat one particular character feels for another, in all its inarticulate loneliness and terror and joy – writing it so a reader can feel it himself, herself, the ache and the thrill – that’s the task.

Have a look at P.’s images, virtually or non-.