The Semen – its lame pun of a title of a piece with the bawdy seaside subject matter – depicts a sailor sitting on a bench on the beach. His body seems like two torsos stitched together: it’s an excuse for more tattoo space, as images of skulls, anchors and stars spill out over his wobbly frame. Disintegrating into the scene, Doran’s characters make art of themselves and the world they inhabit. Everything ends up turning into flesh.