December 31, 2019December 31, 2019

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......

December 18, 2019December 14, 2019

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......

November 21, 2019November 21, 2019

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......

November 12, 2019November 12, 2019

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......

September 19, 2019March 28, 2021

Beautiful Burdens

"I'm reaping future memories where your pale flesh reflects like the moon. Soon, soon we will gain knowledge few have known. I like watching you trace it, taste it. I want you tucked in, deep down laying in layers like steep steps leading to the happiness you buried. We're such beautiful burdens in three hour increments, but don't forget, love is a dangerous threat." I like when you open the drawers of your guarded thoughts for me to ponder. Five years for our words to ring, to echo and loop as this place is so empty. The perfect backdrop for......

August 28, 2019August 28, 2019

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......

June 26, 2019June 26, 2019

Silhouette of Feeling

"You hang on my every word. Your body sways on the syllables, a lifeless silhouette of feeling. You wish for another passage. One you don't escape to, but rather escape from." I've read all your crumbled thoughts, your wishes. I've watched them all die, like starving children god gracefully forgot. Your figure, just a silhouette of feeling outlined in my mind. You hang on my every word clutching to a life wrapped in warm, welted harm. You want to be bent to my will and that's what I will continue to do. You think you keep coming back, but I've......

May 8, 2019May 8, 2019

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,......

March 27, 2019March 27, 2019

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.......

February 13, 2019February 16, 2019

Affection’s Ashtray

"My mind knows I need you used to the abuse so you will be of use. Lean in or lean away? Lips bitterly divorce, affection's ashtray. Ear to mouth, I long to hear your organs and filth. Your future scales my ear, a pulsing premonition-cyst. I let you taste my neck like the thirst for knowledge, but I see all your salvation marks, Adam's apple promise." Emotions leak through a smoke staircase, floating towards the heavens like little cancer prayers. My neck-strings stretch as I slant my head in an ache-filled direction. Does this help me think? Does this make......

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