The Artwork of Travis Trium Perfectum
The snake uncoils in its new home and awaits the hunt of many, many wants and needs. I have taken the time to adjust to my new surroundings in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania and can say that my life is nearing a comfortable place where my art will be at my center again. I moved to push...
"Weak wrists reaching out, intimate and distant. Withholding you close, pouring deprived. Wrists widening, crashing waves, wet-pour this time. Dance before me until your fluids harden, rusted smeared shrines." Choking life into you, your eyes never seemed so alive. You're pouring water like the waves of the sea, this is what's special about you and me. Humanity's so fragile, I found you damaged and I'll leave you damaged, never broken. Crashing waves, slaves to the ocean. Your mind mirroring what I give it, subjective abuse and chase. This is but a vessel of dystrophy. Thin skinned and thick sin, laid......
The limited edition posters for Parting Martyrs in Myxoma are here! Claim yours now. ORDER HERE The 12" x 18" posters are printed with the highest of quality in mind and the thick 120lb paper reflects that. The black and white version is limited to 27 and can be upgraded to a framed version. The very rare color variant version are limited to just 3 and are only available in frame to preserve quality. Each poster is individually signed numbered in the bottom right corner. With these being limited to such a low number, they will sell out and once......
It's my birthday and I've reached the 35th chapter of a life I continue to take more and more control over. That's the key to happiness, do what you love as much as you can and don't let this life dictate shit to you. Do what you want and challenge yourself continually and you'll achieve the utmost pride and pleasure. I've spent so much time in this creative space the past year and created many pieces all climaxing to my solo art exhibition. This upcoming year, even with the obvious circumstances, I plan on making the most of the time......
Parting Martyrs in Myxoma is a video sculpture mixing mediums and moods. It smears sculpture, video, spoken word poetry, musical composition and writings working in unison to make up this unique piece. Standing at nearly six feet tall and a full five feet wide, this manifestation features chrome-like arms outstretched with handwriting reading, "My body of work cannot be contained by a body. I am just a recollection that you will never collect." The center features a 32" chrome styled HD monitor providing video imagery of a timelapse displaying a human chest where the heart swells in the midst of......
"A concession speech like blood spit, weeping leech. What I've touched is rare and impaired. Purity paralyzed. Our triumphs and undoings won't be remembered, drowned in indifference. Oblivion-baptized. I'm a burden to purity and your burden chose me." Whatever is reflecting back isn't the same and viewing it from your perspective changes the (w)hole of the blame. Nothingness wrapped around your psyche, baptized and chastised. Guilty of thought crime from a god who let's the vulnerable die. I'm criminalized and my ideas are serving time. They're on their knees with the second hand swinging, specifically welting an existence so willing.......
HARM by Travis Trium Perfectum As we all deal with the changes to life with the coronavirus recently, I just want to say that we should all take this very seriously. Stay in if you can or as much as you can as we have to stop the spread so we can reduce the...
"Don't forget about me and I won't harm you. Harm is something that should be savored and maybe you want that. Whisper to me the type of harm you obsess over and I'll become it. Shape-shift, make-shift, torment-tastes like homemade kneels. Concealed-spread like bible pages between your thighs, paragraph-(f)lies. Dripping in what you forgot you wanted, seduced by my tonality in the mind I fucking haunted. Rid yourself of me? I stick like thick lines of spit holding together your happiness. Be careful what you wish." I'm obsessed with the way you kneel, the way you tuck your feet. The......
"Aimless, I am aimless. Still a target of precise prescription pushing pills wrapped in your definition of better days. This is subjective and not my best subject. Graded by a sliding scale of grace rejecting all those within. This is your definition of better days wrapped in pills that I only chew and spit." Sitting in my creative space, letting time dictate the distance to what's next. Aimless is something I loathe being. Too many ideas and half thoughts waiting for expansion. I am so close to realizing some of my best concepts, but nothing can be forced. These moments......
I went through all my work and marked my favorite lines I wrote this year. I then created a musical composition and read the lines at random, letting the moment after I hit the record button dictate to me which were right for my one minute retrospective. The video contained also exclusively revolves around only my work in 2019. This is what came to the surface and I wanted to share it with all of you. I battle with looking back at the things I've accomplished because I feel it can take away from what you should be focused on......
