Art Archives - The Assorted Sufferings of Travis Trium Perfectum

September 19, 2019

Beautiful Burdens

"I'm reaping future memories where your pale flesh reflects like the moon. Soon, soon we will gain knowledge few have known. I like watching you trace it, taste it. I want you tucked in, deep down laying in layers like steep steps leading to the happiness you buried. We're such beautiful burdens in three hour increments, but don't forget, love is a dangerous threat." I like when you open the drawers of your guarded thoughts for me to ponder. Five years for our words to ring, to echo and loop as this place is so empty. The perfect backdrop for......

August 28, 2019August 28, 2019

The Second Series Is Here

VISIT THE ONLINE STORE TO PURCHASE THE SECOND SERIES HERE The Second Series of my physical art is here! The Second Series contains six new releases with three landing in the coveted "Perfectum Edition" tier, limiting those to just nine. It feels amazing to finally unveil these new works as I have worked tirelessly on the details so that these pieces could be represented properly in their final shape. I always concentrate on letting the moods of these works be at the heart of each piece and I'm never finished until that fully manifests. My ambition and intention is always......

July 14, 2019August 29, 2019

Year of Reflection

On this day, my birthday, July 14th, every year I usually take a little time to reflect on the year that was and decide if I accomplished what I set out to do. This was one of the few years I can look back fully satisfied with everything that I have done. I'm usually very hard on myself and always want to accomplish more, which isn't a bad quality, but can be a bit exhausting for me at times. My thirty-third year marked my full return as an artist with the launch of IAMUNLIKEYOU, the umbrella in which all my......

June 26, 2019June 26, 2019

Silhouette of Feeling

"You hang on my every word. Your body sways on the syllables, a lifeless silhouette of feeling. You wish for another passage. One you don't escape to, but rather escape from." I've read all your crumbled thoughts, your wishes. I've watched them all die, like starving children god gracefully forgot. Your figure, just a silhouette of feeling outlined in my mind. You hang on my every word clutching to a life wrapped in warm, welted harm. You want to be bent to my will and that's what I will continue to do. You think you keep coming back, but I've......

May 8, 2019May 8, 2019

Elegant Damnation

"Your features spiral as I cut your feeble spine. You fall so gracefully, an excerpt of an imitation. Reflecting what's left, never right. An elegant damnation. Bad decision, bad incision. Compelling-bloodletting, but never forgiven." I don't watch your movements. I don't find you compelling enough to define. I don't find you necessary. I don't find you at all. A walking miscarry. Late term and not on your own terms, an intelligence decline. Red seeps into view threatening my melancholy totality. You're all cut up, but never deep enough for me to enjoy your show. Beg me to open you up,......

March 27, 2019March 27, 2019

Color of Misery

"Your texture is tear-dried, the color of misery catching the sun. I know if I'm larger than this life there's no need for the next one." You're kneeling so empty and I'm here to take what's left. My branches thinning, but growing. Ripping little holes in the skies, in the heavens. I'm piercing purity and letting it mix with my curses and it's time for you to drink. Your prayers scale my limbs hoping to sneak in, but the weight of your wants always overwhelms those of your needs and you fall like leaves. Leaving is the hardest to do.......

February 13, 2019February 16, 2019

Affection’s Ashtray

"My mind knows I need you used to the abuse so you will be of use. Lean in or lean away? Lips bitterly divorce, affection's ashtray. Ear to mouth, I long to hear your organs and filth. Your future scales my ear, a pulsing premonition-cyst. I let you taste my neck like the thirst for knowledge, but I see all your salvation marks, Adam's apple promise." Emotions leak through a smoke staircase, floating towards the heavens like little cancer prayers. My neck-strings stretch as I slant my head in an ache-filled direction. Does this help me think? Does this make......

January 25, 2019January 25, 2019

Store Officially Opens

Finally, it's here. After a lot of hard work and endless hours of thought and execution, my physical pieces are now available. These six represent the initial releases that I have personally chosen through my own deep connection with them and to represent various time frames in my first year of creating in this manner. I took my time and spared no detail or expense with these and I believe these works have set the tone for what you will expect from my physical pieces moving forward. It was very important to me to make sure my work was translated......

December 23, 2018

Take Them Home

"Soothe my curse, take them home..." For the very first time you will have the opportunity to own my pieces physically. It was very, very important to me that these works reflect my attention to detail and are of the highest quality and unrelenting nature that I always strive for with everything that I create. To see these ideas and thoughts in front of me and be able to hold them in such a way has been very satisfying for me as an artist. I truly hope to those interested in purchasing my work that you will feel very much......

December 5, 2018December 6, 2018

Makeshift-Memory Pool

"Lean into my voice, your choice has elapsed. The days falling endlessly into a makeshift-memory pool. The wreckage-evidence evidently salvaged by words igniting passions on the tongues of the burned. You're optimistically and autonomically submerged in a lungs half-full depravity. I will describe this in a thousand words, a thousand ways until the right phrase absorbs the reddest parted respiratory sea." Time is meaningless for something like me, but one year ago I was salvaged by words. Submerged in a makeshift-memory that I more so created than even what actually was. Isn't the memory always better than the moment? The......