The Artrovert Blog

Written and published by Artemis Sere. Art, Philosophy and Photography.

Copyright Page (from “Obscurious”)

The Bonesetter’s Revenge [Book One]: Obscurious(COPYRIGHT PAGE) Copyright 2011 Artemis Sere This is a work of brutal, truthful, sometimes sarcastic and often dark, fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are the product of the author’simagination and/or madness and are used fictitiously.  Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business…

leftpathred series

leftpathred series he believed he descended from Icarus, his arms meant for feathers, his span built for flight. he longed to soar into the fiery skies and ride the tides of wind to a different distant world. through science and surgery, and with macabre and deranged tools, he fashioned himself…

Conquest

Conquest Harmony is foreign to us. Given all mortal possibilities and limitless opportunities, we choose greed. We speak of natives and naturals, expatriats and ironclad patriotism. We divide by state lines, align to banners and prophets to perpetuate our ravenous hunger. In God we trust; in each other we suspect…

Sweat + Sacrifice = Success

Sweat + Sacrifice = Success  is the math painted on their wall. With blissful exuberance, she tosses wildly, apparently happy to be part of the equation. He stares buff and confident at a conquerable horizon. I run in place for hours, and never seem to get the result they sell….

Leech

Who are you Who have no anchor No past, no future No happy ever after Of uncommon roads And off-beaten plots Lost the path to light, Hope left alone To rot Who are you Without needle Without way No flicker of hope The white spun gray Lost in phantom forests…

The Behelders Project

The Behelders Project Abstract: An attempt to do 40 photo shoots with human subjects to educate, inform and expand photography experience for an upcoming book of mine. If you’re interested in participating, and live relatively close to the Twin Cities (or really want to be involved and will pay for…

inflation

inflation far beyondthe clutches of thissullen gravitywe accelerateawaytoward the unknownwith escape velocityof lives blownapart, there we tack our hopesto lonely satellitesand fragile rocketshipsracing directlyinto the mysteriousvastness wherehuman hearts dare to trespasswhere less and moreare at constant wara violent antithesisracing from a dyingcore

sera

sera she climbs the stairmaster in heels and shadeshiding the years of decayand deep bruisingunder her prettyfacade, but below,the mirror is a crackaway from shattered,luck bordering on black,hope a tattered cocktaildress, hung as lifelessand desperate as gravity tugsher into rugged orbitswhere collision in guaranteedveins and shame destinedto bleed, puddlingindiscreetlyto stain…