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The Third Series Released

After all this time, THE THIRD SERIES is here! These particular set of pieces were born out of my obsession with detail, quality and conceptual continuity. I wanted to deliver upon these in excess and I knew THE THIRD SERIES would be very, very special because of that. The number three is quite significant and its importance to me as an artist is immeasurable. It's the foundation of story telling; a beginning, middle and end. It's at the heart of many fictional deities, most well known, the holy trinity. It has always crept into my work, my name and the......

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Cracked & Split

"A wish is only worth the lips it comes off of. Cracked and split, cracked and split. Candlelit tarnished reds, a new color provoked and frailty dipped. What good is obsession restrained? What good is a god obeyed?" A new color wraps your face gently as a wish splinters from thought to mouth. Nothing left here to save, nothing left to amount. Sit and waste, waste and spit. Lips betray thine self between love resisted. Persist through knowledge, abusive god resisted. Taste your blood? That's what it means to be human. Scared of death and to it from a man-made......

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You’re Layered in Never Will Be’s

"You're layered in never will be's and lines dividing your misery. Unconscious, unconsciously." I want to remind your weakest moment to visit your mind. It vibrates between thoughts before it copies, echoes and thickens resembling spoon-fed comforts. Your vulnerability is what I will play with, like strings connected to your spine. Bending and mending, trauma and stars align. Your back like piano keys, vertebrae minor chords. I'll strike them all. You forget my control over mood and I want to remind you, your weakest moment hasn't happened yet. Your "never again" is painted over in your favorite color, regret.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 **UPDATE......

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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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Goodbye 2019

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......

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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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