Although people's feet are rarely found in my mouth, I'm charmed by Carl James Ferrero's bright and scruffy watercolors of men joined at the toe. Ferrero is part of a terrific exhibit at Platform titled "Intercourse." Tapping mostly artists from Brooklyn, Platform examines the various ways human animals become up close and personal.

In red ink, Tracy Nakayama explores the carefree, lost world of 1970s hippie porn. In oil pastel, Ken Weaver turns decadence into decor, while Raven Schlosberg weaves orgies into a kind of abstract Serialism in ink on paper.

In a "Rosencrantz and Guildenstern Are Dead" ploy, Ray Beldner trades foreground for background, focusing on paintings in the rooms of porn shots. The results are hilarious, such as a print titled "Old School," in which a couple having the kind of sex Bill Clinton said was not sex are almost out of the frame, filled instead with a Rembrandt reproduction of an old man.

Through March 31. Platform Gallery, 114 Third Ave. S. Open Thursday-Saturday, 11 a.m.-5:30 p.m.

-- Regina Hackett