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The Weak Wrists of Humanity

"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......

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Parting Martyrs in Myxoma

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......

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Purity Paralyzed

"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.......

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HARM

"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......

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Something Like You

"When I look away and look back, I see all the cracks. They're in my life's work and that's how my thoughts find you. Your teeth in my hands. I still control your smile or did you forget? Piecing it together, catching the light of a hollow god's sunset. I've misplaced something too. Something reprehensible, something like you." Live up to or live down. Get past or get through. Nothing left, nothing new. Your desperation folded neatly like praying hands with insincerity clinging beneath the nails. I shake my hand making your teeth rattle, a call to you that you'll......

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Exhibition Synopsis

All the preparations and sleep I lost finally came to a head and was quite worth it. I debuted multiple new pieces including two new 24" x 36" canvases along with a walk through writing piece installation revealing the noose-bouquet and unsettling video installation inside. Beyond these new works, my more notable pieces hung surrounding the viewers reminding them of the path I took to get here. I can't thank Lauren at The Dark Parlour enough for inviting me into her lovely space and being such an amazing host. She truly allows the artists to be themselves and gave me......

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It’s time: York, PA 11/15 & 16

I get asked what I do quite frequently and I've never been able to give a perfect answer. It's vast and unpredictable. An ever-widening dangerous spectrum that takes me to any medium I deem fit. I've been called a visual poet, a word sculptor, but on November 15th & 16th at The Dark Parlour in York, Pennsylvania, you can decide for yourself. Meet me and experience my art in its true ominous nature, live. Make your plans, my solo art exhibition is free and all my work will be available for purchase. November 15th 7pm - Midnight November 16th 12pm......

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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......

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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,......

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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.......

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