Pastel Drawing Archives - Page 5 of 7 - The Artwork of Travis Trium Perfectum

November 20, 2024September 10, 2025

Filth Followed Me Home

Here's the second piece that I have revealed for my upcoming exhibition, Hope Unraveling! Within a lot of these new works my writing and poetry takes a more commanding position and I look forward to sharing that further with you. Make your plans now to be at Ketchup City Creative in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania for my fifth solo exhibition December 6th, 7th & 8th. You’re not going to want to miss all the new art I have to show and experience my immersive video installation sculpture in person. Make your plans now. RSVP HERE Filth Followed Me Home Charcoal, pastel & original......

November 13, 2024November 13, 2024

Insincere Goodbye

Surprise! Insincere Goodbye is the first new piece revealed for my upcoming exhibition, Hope Unraveling! Within a lot of these new works my writing and poetry takes a more commanding position and I look forward to sharing that further with you. Make your plans now to be at Ketchup City Creative in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania for my fifth solo exhibition December 6th, 7th & 8th. You're not going to want to miss all the new art I have to show and experience my immersive video installation sculpture in person. Make your plans now. RSVP HERE Insincere Goodbye Charcoal, pastel & original......

October 23, 2024October 23, 2024

The Memory of a Smile

The Memory of a Smile Charcoal, pastel and original writing on 4 x 6″ 140lb watercolor paper – SOLD "Have you ever seen a smile fade so slowly? To erase what was and what will be. I remember a day before I had to dismember a memory and that's where you'll find me." ▾▾▾...

October 16, 2024October 16, 2024

I Watch Your Every Move

I Watch Your Every Move Charcoal & pastel on 4×6″ 140lb watercolor paper – SOLD The time I've spent watching you only made me understand that I hate you. ▾▾▾...

October 9, 2024October 9, 2024

Worship Left Me Empty

Worship Left Me Empty Charcoal, pastel and original aged paper writing on 4x6″ 140lb watercolor paper – SOLD I thought I'd feel more, I thought I'd feel complete. I thought I'd feel less alone, but we're nothing more than flesh and meat. ▾▾▾...

August 21, 2024August 20, 2024

Where Hope Has Told Its Final Lie

Where Hope Has Told Its Final Lie Charcoal, pastel and original aged paper writing on 5.5 x 8.5″ mixed media paper – Available at upcoming tour dates A mountain of patience in waiting for hope to come through. Hope will always be the prelude to misery. ▾▾▾...

August 14, 2024August 14, 2024

Festering Stench of the Moral Authority

Festering Stench of the Moral Authority ▾ Charcoal, pastel and aged paper writing on 5.5 x 8.5″ mixed media paper – Available at upcoming tour dates ▾ Can you smell the right hand of the father? The one that has abandoned us over and over. The one that condones the annihilation of children and stolen money. It smells like preying on the most vulnerable, the only preying that works. Fold your hands and feel the grime. Amen. ▾▾▾...

August 7, 2024August 6, 2024

The Death Horizon Brings Uncertainty

The Death Horizon Brings Uncertainty Charcoal & pastel on 5.5 x 8.5″ mixed media paper – Available at upcoming tour dates As the head burns in the distance, two villagers take in its light. The death horizon can shine a new hope or reveal the wrath of three hundred and thirty-three plagues. For now, only uncertainty is certain. ▾▾▾...

July 31, 2024July 30, 2024

My Deception Grows Behind the Blood Wall

My Deception Grows Behind the Blood Wall Charcoal, pastel and aged paper writing on 5.5 x 8.5″ mixed media paper – Available at upcoming tour dates A lie is declared, now it needs blood to grow. The hurt it will cause will allow it to drink, but all it will know is shrouded behind the blood wall. ▾▾▾...

July 17, 2024July 16, 2024

Fractured Dream in Purgatory

Fractured Dream in Purgatory ▾ Charcoal & pastel on 9 x 12″ 140lb watercolor paper – Available at upcoming tour dates 11 x 14″ Archival Art Print – Available here ▾ A frame sculpted in your mind from a fever dream of old. A piece of yourself that you lost. This is the blank stare remnants of a feeling that life used to cling to. ▾▾▾...