Fine Art Archives - Page 10 of 10 - The Artwork of Travis Trium Perfectum

October 24, 2018October 24, 2018

Copper-Flavored Affection

"If you didn't relive your past traumas, you wouldn't live at all. Teeth gliding against your skin tainting truth pigments. Your teeth only grind. A jaw embrace, the only love you fucking knew. A jagged-jaded hug harming whatever it circles stalked by copper-flavored affection. Time only deprives purity from life and I'm gonna leak you dry." Time only deprives purity from life. Whisper it under your breath. Words sinking to the weight of your oxygen taking you much lower. What is the thought that made you realize that after having it you would never be the same? Was the moment......

October 20, 2018

Timeless Chapter

The weather has finally turned cold just when I thought the heat may never end. To me, there has always been something special about fall that I have continually aligned with the peak of creativity. It has a smell that lends itself to being easily attached to memory and that can't magnify the good and bad. Fall is a bookmark for me. A re-readable almost timeless chapter that seems to repeat where the characters may change and the ideas become more refined, but it has undeniably the same arousing feel. Since the release and announcement of IAMUNLIKEYOU back on the......

September 24, 2018September 24, 2018

IAMHOME – Welcome

As I sit here writing this in seclusion on a night I've waited so very long for, it's quite surreal. The moon is almost full and you will be reading this then. It's easy to say that I have survived a lot to get to this point as an artist, but it's harder to put into words the honor, privilege and most of all responsibility I feel to continue to create thought-provoking work for myself and for whoever is reading this. Tonight is the culmination of every night I chose my pen over sleep. It's for the days I could......

May 16, 2018September 22, 2018

Word Sculptures

"My days are numbered now, but never counted down. The symbolism is exposed, but still no one knows. My blistered fingers wrapped around a pen where emotion lingers. Word by fucking word, I smash them into sculptures. May 23rd, May 23rd." I can only you hope you welcome me back with open arms, the way I would you with a cold embrace. My lips sealed for too long, now they're longing for the taste. Counter-clockwise, my thoughts circle to me. Opening up my mind and it's almost time for the world to see. These are my miseries to show, my......