Obscurious X: Decade of Darkness Released

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"Obscurious X: Decade of Darkness" Released

I'm excited to announce the release of my sixth book on Antithesis Press, "Obscurious X: Decade of Darkness".

This book is a reset, revision, and return to the maelstrom that helped form the artist Artemis Sere, the philosophies behind my art, and the approach to my creativity.

Learn more about my S.E.R.E acronym, how I struggled to beat severe Ulcerative Colitis, how I survived a bitter divorce, and lived to the tell the rest of my adventures during my thirteen years that I was considered "chronically ill". This version reflects on the person I am now versus the person I was at the time of writing the original "Obscurious". It is an autobiographical story of the evolution of a tortured human and budding creative throughout decades of time.

The book is a "poetical picturebook": a hybrid book of poems, prose, photography, graphic art, and honesty compiled into structures called "effigies". It calls for your participation and reflection through specific pages called "echopages" where you're enlisted to journal your thoughts. It is meant to be a dark, interactive experience where we find synergy in our honesty.

It is our obscurious intersection -- a protected space where you're free to be who you want to be, to share the truths you have locked with in, and to put pain to paper as I once did.

"Obscurious" was released in 2011, and was the first book I released as a self-publishing author. It was a dark start, and a curious way to begin my story. Few knew of the constant, continuous health struggles that I was dealing with at the time. My painful history needed a compartment where I could offload the void (literally and figuratively). The original book contained poetry, prose, and photography from 1995 through 2010.

Unfortunately, I was too rushed with the original publishing of "Obscurious". Balancing the daily drain of pain and a 40 hour work week made my focus fragmented. I published a very flawed book with content that showed potential, but sometimes missed the mark of the experience I wanted to share. One of the reasons was lack of content as an artist. In 2011, I had only been producing Artemis Sere content for 4 years, so my cache of art to pick from was slim. I used the best of what I had at the time, and published a piece that was greatly imperfect.

Obscurious X: Decade of Darkness

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Fast forward to 2023. A recent layoff from my day job opened up my calendar to finish projects while searching for a new day job. For the last couple of years, I was very focused on finishing my exhaustive gallery books, "Echoprism". Over 700 pages of content in full color and supported by a new inventory system, "Echoprism" represents me like no other project that I've ever undertaken. It took me over a thousand hours to complete the inventory experience for 600 pieces of art - involving tracking, labeling, re-picturing, and ordering. If not for my attempt at a metalmorphosis in 2019, I wouldn't have had the time available to complete everything I have over the last 3 years.

But I have been very productive. I'm doing my best to continue the story and product of Artemis Sere, despite life attacks and setbacks.

I meant to release the ten-year anniversary update of "Obscurious X" in 2021. But based on my attention to "Echoprism", I deprioritized making that deadline. Completing the "Echoprism" volumes was too important to me. Getting my shit together and organized was too necessary to me.

And it paid off.

When I came back to the "Obscurious X" project, I had a refreshed and exciting inventory of art and new content at my disposal to recreate the experience. And a full awareness of which pieces would work great for a brave new version of the book.

I also decided that some of the pain and positioning of the book (namely, the "revenge" elements) were no longer congruent with the person I wanted to be and the voice I wanted to share with the world. The pain is still there. The darkness is still evident. But the bitterness has been toned down and the anger has been numbed. The core of the story now focuses on how I dealt with the darkness, and how it turned me into the "creative alien" introduced in my second book, "Xenomorphine".

True to form, "Xenomorphine X" development is currently underway, and the book will be available March 13, 2023 on Blurb.com.

Ultimately, "Obscurious X" is more than "Obscurious" ever was. It is a reflection of my SERE concept in action for the last decade since the publishing of the original. It is a symbol of success, a mirror of growth, and herald of a new age of creativity for Artemis Sere. It signals maturation. It reflects clarity of purpose.

It is the calm before the storm.

Order your copy of "Obscurious X" from Blurb.com today. I am a self-publisher who does not use Amazon.com to sell his product. All proceeds go back to me and to the development of more art.

Thank you for following and engaging with my art!

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Obscurious X: Decade of Darkness

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We Are The Wounded

Artemis Sere Obscurious We Are the Wounded

From "Obscurious", Version 8: Page 114, Published 2011

(This blog was originally published May 31, 2013. Updated and bumped to due relevance with the Coronavirus.)

In 2010, I met a man named Randall "Randy" Bunde. I tend to gravitate towards people that have a calm, sensitive presence. Randy was a tall fish in short water, with a gentle sensibility and pain-infused wisdom that you could read on his slight brow.

He'd weathered much over his 48 years--a heartwrenching divorce, distancing of his kids, and Colitis, a chronic condition that limits the effectiveness of your gastric organs. Few realize how impossible life becomes when your pipes don't work. You can't eat well, drink well, sleep well, function well as a normal human being. Pain is your center and your constant; discomfort and internal stress are your daily truths.

He knew my path well, as he walked a similar road in the early stages of his declining health. While I was fortunate to find a way to achieve equilibrium with the curses, he was not so. He went from pouch surgery to cancer in various places, seldom finding the healthy plateau that the chronically stricken wish for.  Last March, he passed away from complications of cancer, initiated by the ulcerative chronic state that struck him years before. While I was healing, he was falling apart--the two of us true dichotomies of chronic results.

Today, my friend would have been 50 years old. I wrote this poem for him and about him while he was still alive, a tribute to the war that those people who have chronic health conditions wage every day. Every minute. Every second. Every bowel movement, and every glass of water that doesn't go down well.

We are all wounded, in different ways, and it is true madness that we as a species can't find a way to take care of each other, as needed.

We have become as disposable as our consumer mindset.

I had no idea that Randy would exit from my orbit so quickly--a second lesson to keep close: life is fleeting, so treasure the precious moments that you have with you true friends, family and loved ones.

Happy birthday, Randy. Lightspeed, my dear friend.


in sickness
or in health
is not a choice
we have, but
a bond we all share
to care
for the fallen
and the wounded
of our world
for we each walk
on either side of that
crimson line
where decay becomes
the color of our days,
where there is no detour
and there is no escape,
one morning risen,
the next mourning,
a wake,
we all break down and
eventually lose our way
and even the chosen
must pay with life
for their grace
you are no different,
no better, not great
and at some point
you too will fall
into sickness and
require assistance
to stand up

Artemis Sere Obscurious We Are the Wounded

Xoterica 25: The Demons

Artemis Sere Xoterica 25 The Demons

“The core of understanding lies in the individual mind, and until that is touched everything is uncertain and superficial. Truth cannot be perceived until we come to fully understand our potential and ourselves. After all, knowledge in the martial arts ultimately means self-knowledge.” (Lee)


A good friend told me recently that I'm "wrestling with a lot of big, difficult demons". She was right. I appreciate this friend's patience with me over the last year as I endured one of the most perplexing personal cycles in recent memory.

Reinventing yourself is an uncomfortable scrum that some don’t survive. Some lose themselves along the way and become the big (or small) demons they sought to control.

Or, some don't survive at all. Like my friend Clark, who evidently drank himself to death recently. Clark was a middle-aged father, artist and groovy human who I didn't know well, but knew well enough to appreciate him as a friend. He drifted into the bottle and then into oblivion. All around me, the demons seem to be winning. Ending lives too early. Twisting great people into savages, saints into sycophants, artists into martyrs. Lulling the populous into a sleepy nod and compliant gaud.

"Don't be that guy", I tell myself, while feel my tread slipping on the icy roads of a frozen life.

Is this the slippery view from inside the midlife crisis, or true recognition of what it means to be human? Not an American. Not a census demographic. Not a number in the system. Not directionally accurate or balanced. Not even.

Not normal. "Don't be that guy", I tell myself, but find that I'm surrounded by chaos, lies and deplorable people who claim to be normal, but are anything but.

But what does it mean to be human then? Which influence should we follow?

Without a paternal figure, coach, counselor, guiding light or guardian angel (as my Mom likes to say I have), it is easy to lose yourself to the battle inside, succumb to the cacophony of selfish voices shouting for dominance. We need to be careful of which voice we follow - angel or demon - as each has motive and will to manipulate.

In truth, my demons are comfortable company. The angels of our world are as imperfect as we are; the only difference is that their secrets are shielded behind scripture, gilded walls and pious wings.

I would rather bloodlet heaven than add my cruor to its pool.

And so I keep the company of demons. In many places of our civilized world, that position makes me an outcast, a target for violence or inquisition, and/or an antagonist. Even now, taking stands against the disingenuous and draining circles of our human civilization results in being labeled "counter" or "liberal" or "evil".

While I certainly am a liberal person, I do so with the best overall endstate for humanity in mind, knowing the challenges we all face as imperfect beasts in a flawed, fauxed system. We all grow old. We all fall apart. We all die. But we live most of our lives pushed to spend resources as if we are going to live forever.

Live beyond our means, arteries and beltlines. Live bigger, flashier, best.

I died in my 20s, and have been living in bonus time since that point. Time that wasn't gifted to me by loved ones, by science, by angels nor demons. A creator wasn't involved, or if one was, it must answer for the 13 years of hell I endured. 

This time I have was gifted to me by the fight itself. As long as you don't give up the fight, you're still in it, present for the punches and temporary victories. Screw the Holy Wars, the World Wars, the generational wars, financial wars and cultural wars.

Your demons may usher you to the ring, but the greatest fight that exists is with yourself. You against you.

I am reminded of a poem I wrote a decade ago when I was very ill, battling with a chronic condition that never let me sleep a full night, eat a regular meal or feel like a normal human. Much of this experience is captured in poetical and metaphorical (and sometimes graphic) ways in my first book "Obscurious", which was how I voided my darkness. Due to the severity of the condition at the time, I would regularly void blood, often leaving me anemic and exhausted. When you're fading, the fight is both physical and mental, between angels that claim they can save you, and demons that offer you exit from your pain.

The tussle between heaven and hell - between a life that civilization told me I was to strive for, and the daily reality that was starkly different - turned into a war between my identities - past, present and future. Sometimes, I feel like Pollux who sacrificed his immortality for his dying twin; and sometimes I feel like Castor, the lesser brother of an immortal who was never as good as his twin, yet shares in the brilliance of his glow.

In reality, I am both, tightly intertwined in a wrestle for survival and radiance.

A human should not spend their life on the edge of oblivion, stricken with the disease of death and the void of hope. Remember, according to the Biblical myths, the Devil was once an angel too. Perhaps we create the demons around us by our actions and distractions, causes and affectations.

The jagged nature of the text is intentional. The twins of humanity are twisted in conflict. The struggle is real.

Follow at your own risk.


this con stant
con flict with
the nether me
the better me
that I see
in dire dreams
of duplicative
where we
scrap for
tussle for
melee for
is weeding
the blood
from my eyes in
epiphytic brush,
soaked foliage
and scrubbish
he is two
we ak and
bleeds too
con stantly and
this Dioscurious
curse, this con stant
and circular
hell, pray tell,
how does one
murder a similar
sliver of

("Obscurious", 2011)

#yearofCivility #xoterica

"Bare Bones"
Seretic Studios ID Number  SS-SG-00104
Creation Year  2015
Item Size  16 x 20
Item Orientation Landscape
Item Materials  Acrylic, Art Resin
Item Substrate  Canvas
Tags  Afterlight, Horror Art, Monsters
“Bare Bones” (Digital Remix)
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Seretic Studios ID Number SS-SG-00104
Creation Year 2015
Item Size 16 x 20
Item Orientation Landscape
Item Materials Acrylic, Art Resin
Item Substrate Canvas

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