The Artwork of Travis Trium Perfectum
As I look at myself closely, I see exhaustion. Not the exhaustion that I hate, but the kind that I respect. My ideas, thoughts and emotions are dictating to me what is expected and that can always be an overwhelming experience. I stare at my lips and see evidence of the poisonous remnants of the...
“My words are dangerous. Not just to me, not just to the way you think, but to conventions that don’t deserve to stand if words can make them break.” My words are dangerous. Not just to me, not just to the way you think, but to conventions that don’t deserve to stand if words can...
“The pen glides so smooth, yet the words come out so jagged. I kept time by the thoughts that filled up my books. Marking passages and marking flesh. I could only tell time by linking it to emotions and while I dwelled in the diseased ponds of my paragraphs, it still felt like no time...
