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The Last Blue Sky

The Last Blue Sky Charcoal & pastel on 18 x 24″ 140lb watercolor paper – Available 16 x 20″ Fine Art Print – Available The perpetual movement towards the end is something most dogmas lust over. They desire destruction and will certainly get it as that's all they have ever known or taught. One day we will wake up to the last blue sky and we won't even know it. Like a fairytale uttered underneath the smoke, ash and charred flesh. This entity is mocking a prophet and delivering a warning during that last day before a new routine of......

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God Has Rights to My Innards

God Has Rights to My Innards Charcoal, pastel & writing on aged paper on 9 x 12″ 140lb watercolor paper – SOLD 11 x 14″ Fine Art Print – Available Here The realization of being owned by a god isn't beautiful at all. The ultimate act of rebellion is making sure he has to clean up your mess upon expiration. There, that's much more beautiful....

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Succumb To

Succumb To Charcoal, Aged Paper & Pastel on 18 x 24″ 140lb watercolor paper Sold - This was a very personal and rare commissioned piece I created for a friend The swirling blacks and colors tighten to form a keyhole of sorts, representing a final doorway or passage. The aged paper reads "And isn't death the sweetest kiss of all. One that we must succumb to, one that's without end."...

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The Lost Color of Empathy

The Lost Color of Empathy Charcoal, Aged Paper & Pastel on 18 x 24″ 140lb watercolor paper Currently available here Faced with a foreign color, this entity begins to feel life in its gaze. This color is empathy and fairly unrecognizable. (The words on the aged paper read "Settled within a lost recollection is the lapsed color of empathy.")...

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The Third Time’s a Harm Opens

Well, what a way to open my third exhibition! Thank you to everyone who took time out of their lives, traveled far and of course, purchased a piece from my opening this past Friday. The Third Time's a Harm exhibition is something I haven't stopped working on in months and it was beautiful for the chaos to come together in such a way. Being surrounded by people who appreciate my work was something I am very thankful for. The Fathers of Undoing: A Visitation (my latest video installation) seemed to steal the show creating a video and auditory experience that......

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Art Exhibition Opens Friday

Prepare for The Third Time's a Harm by watching the trailerWell, after months of work, it's here. This Friday, The Third Time's a Harm officially opens to the public! This exhibition encompasses five years of work along with a lot of new pieces being revealed for the first time. Speaking of being revealed, my new large-scale video installation (The Fathers of Undoing: A Visitation) will take the stage at KSD & The Radio Room to create a visual and auditory experience. I've put everything I have into this show and I encourage anyone in the area or willing to make......

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Red Velvet Fluid Vignette

My words so smooth, glossed over your heads with commas scraping whatever is left of you. Commas cut, I'll bleed you wet. Red velvet fluid vignette. You know I've got the combination to the blood bank (anything but) safe between your thighs. So attached to death, advocate for the flies. I'll get out what's good from you, just to be close to your peak moment. And you'll know I control it.Red Velvet Fluid Vignette was also transformed into a spoken word musical composition. I hope you enjoy this writing piece and another taste of why I have been continually referred......

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The Onlooker Waits For Me to Bleed

The Onlooker Waits For Me to Bleed Charcoal, aged paper, type, collage with vintage photo on 18 x 24″ 140lb watercolor paper Original Available Here Type reads as follows: I know you wanted better for me, but that doesn't change what you get. I was set in motion of emotional disorder and expected to be orderly, but I split the difference. I made my way to the disorderly line where I met my friends, trauma and knife-play. Was this the better you wanted from me? Carving my future right above the knee....

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