June 15, 2022June 15, 2022

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......

May 25, 2022March 18, 2023

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....

February 9, 2022February 13, 2022

The Holy Ascension of Spit

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."...

November 15, 2021March 28, 2022

Art Exhibition Synopsis

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......

November 3, 2021November 3, 2021

Meet me, view my art this weekend in York, Pennsylvania

[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.......

September 1, 2021September 1, 2021

I Won’t Feel the Same

Travis Trium Perfectum I Won't Feel the Same ▾ charcoal on 18" x 24" 140lb watercolor paper ▾ Well, I have widened my medium flow again adding charcoal to the mix. I Won't Feel the Same is only the first of many pieces I will be releasing in this form. This piece and many others will debut and be available to purchase at my art exhibition Like Foreplay to Annihilation at The Dark Parlour November 5th and 6th....

March 10, 2021April 2, 2021

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......

December 16, 2020December 31, 2020

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.JTNDY2VudGVyJTNFJTNDaWZyYW1lJTIwc3R5bGUlM0QlMjJib3JkZXIlM0ElMjAwJTNCJTIwd2lkdGglM0ElMjAzMDBweCUzQiUyMGhlaWdodCUzQSUyMDM5MnB4JTNCJTIyJTIwc3JjJTNEJTIyaHR0cHMlM0ElMkYlMkZiYW5kY2FtcC5jb20lMkZFbWJlZGRlZFBsYXllciUyRnRyYWNrJTNEMjEwMDc1ODgzNyUyRnNpemUlM0RsYXJnZSUyRmJnY29sJTNEMzMzMzMzJTJGbGlua2NvbCUzRGZmZmZmZiUyRnRyYWNrbGlzdCUzRGZhbHNlJTJGdHJhbnNwYXJlbnQlM0R0cnVlJTJGJTIyJTIwc2VhbWxlc3MlM0UlM0NhJTIwaHJlZiUzRCUyMmh0dHBzJTNBJTJGJTJGaWFtdW5saWtleW91LmJhbmRjYW1wLmNvbSUyRnRyYWNrJTJGeW91LWZvcmdldCUyMiUzRVlvdSUyMEZvcmdldCUyMGJ5JTIwVHJhdmlzJTIwVHJpdW0lMjBQZXJmZWN0dW0lM0MlMkZhJTNFJTNDJTJGaWZyYW1lJTNFJTNDJTJGY2VudGVyJTNF **UPDATE......

September 9, 2020September 17, 2020

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......

April 29, 2020May 11, 2020

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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