A lighthearted vernacular self portrait. MY COCK: A Visual Memoir begins as an archive. It ends as evidence. At first glance, the project appears informal, almost careless. Instant film. Harsh light. A forbidden body part. Fifty images of the same cock stop being casual documentation and become something closer to compulsion. A postmortem discovery from a secret drawer tucked away, possibly hidden in shame, these images were never meant to be viewed publicly, their intent lost to history. They offer a voyeuristic glimpse into one man’s fixation with his own appendage.