The Artwork of Travis Trium Perfectum
I Forgot About Guilt Charcoal, aged paper, handwriting on 18 x 24โณ 140lb watercolor paper Available - Inquire for details here: info@iamunlikeyou.com The moment when everything you have done floods back into your psyche. Overwhelming and drowning your conscious. Do you continue forward from the wreckage you have left behind or do you become the wreckage?...
The Holy Ascension of Spit Charcoal, aged paper, handwriting on 18 x 24" 140lb watercolor paper Available A fragile and vulnerable entity is commanded to spit into the right hand of an unseen being in this chaotic, surreal scene. Handwriting scatters around the emission reading, "You had such promise. Make me into something worth destroying. Fill me up with your emptiness that I created. I like watching you dry slowly. The light in your eyes dims, spit by spit."...
Well, as I am finally getting back to normal life (if there is such a thing for me), but my art exhibition this last weekend went amazing. The amount of time and energy I put into it was entirely worth it and I hope those in attendance enjoyed it. I want to thank everyone who came out for it (special thanks to the person who flew from LA and close friends for making the long trek) and got to see my video sculpture along with over a dozen new pieces and countless prints. Debuting over a dozen new charcoal originals......
[vc_custom_heading text="Like Foreplay to Annihilation: An Art Exhibition by Travis Trium Perfectum" font_size="32" font_weight="700" css_animation="fade"]After all the energy and work I have put into this show, it is time for you to bear witness to it. There hasn't been a day in months that I haven't been working on and towards this. Art is my life and I am cordially inviting you to take part in it this weekend. It would mean so much to me to be in the company of those who appreciate what I do and I am looking forward to seeing new and old faces alike.......
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......
"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......
"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......
"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......
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......
"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.......
