Sam Morris
Artist
Blurring the line between art and porn, Sam Morris bares all as he shines a light on the softer side of gay sex
Words Thomas Stichbury
provocateur
Asked what his favourite part of the male anatomy is, Sam Morris’s response doesn’t come as a huge surprise. “Oh, god, it will be so predictable if I say dick…” he replies, with a giggle. “But I probably would have to say the dick. It holds the most power, the most shame, the most emotion, and it’s always waiting to be uncovered.”
For those unfamiliar with Sam’s work, he takes great pleasure in smudging the line between art and porn, whether it is through his paintings and sculptures, or via the more explicit videos on his website. “I normally say that I’m an erotic artist,” he explains. “I don’t shy away from the word ‘porn’ because there is porn in my stuff, but it doesn’t embody everything that I’m doing.”
Attitude is checking in with the Essex lad over the phone amid the coronavirus crisis. After moving from London to Berlin two years ago, he is currently stuck in France in self-isolation with his boyfriend – and he is un peu énervé about the situation: “They introduced lockdown and then they closed the borders in Germany, so I can’t get back to my house – nightmare!”
At least he has his other half for company, I suggest. “It’s a double-edged sword. It’s better than being completely on my own, but then also it’s very testing for a new relationship, let’s just say that,” Sam teases. “We’ve been dating for about seven months, so it’s still early days to be in this sort of pressure cooker. It’s going to be the make or break, for sure.”
The course of love never did run smooth, no more so than during a pandemic.
One thing that the former professional dancer can smile about is that his business is booming in these testing times. Sensible gays abstaining from getting their cock quota – social distancing makes catching dick near impossible – have been hitting up Sam’s site at such a rate of knots it imploded.