“Jeremy Has a Problem. No One Knows He’s Gay” | Digital Photo Collage | 2026
Jeremy stands at the center of every version of this collage. Eyes closed or nearly so. Chin slightly lifted. The blue moon behind him like a halo he didn’t ask for. Jupiter 3 overhead, logging everything.
He appears here in five colorways, two arrangements, countless combinations. Orange. Teal. Chartreuse and blue. Silver and ash. Natural. Radiating. The same man, the same pose, the same classical surround — acanthus scrollwork, reclining figures, a Pegasus in the corner — and yet each version reads differently. Cooler. Hotter. More distant. More present. Flattened into icon. Exploded into light.
That’s the formal argument. But the title is doing something else entirely.
No one knows he’s gay.
Which means Jeremy knows. Jeremy has always known. The problem isn’t the secret — it’s the performance of not having one. The daily calibration. The slight adjustment of register in every room, every conversation, every photograph. The closet isn’t a place you live in. It’s a filter you apply to yourself, over and over, in every available color.
The Closet Series has been making this argument since the beginning: that the labor of concealment is its own kind of art. Exhausting, meticulous, and invisible to everyone except the person doing it. Jeremy stands still at the center of each variation and lets the color do the work his face cannot.
The closet is not a static place. It is active, restless, constantly shifting — a chameleon that changes colors not by choice but by necessity. Often dazzling. Never boring. And never quite revealing the person at its center.
That is what this set of collages is. Not five versions of Jeremy. Five versions of the performance. The colorways don’t represent moods or aesthetics — they represent the daily costume changes of a life lived in translation. The work is available in any combination: diptych, triptych, full sequence, framed or unframed. However you arrange it, you are arranging the closet itself — its rhythms, its repetitions, its gorgeous, exhausting variety.
The Closet Series has been watching. The blood moon knows. Jupiter 3 isn’t surprised. — Behan
