Wednesday, April 24, 2013


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
To a shadow's call
Who are you bewildered one
Who are you after all

The said and done
Has come and gone
Wishes laid to waste
Rights wrung into wrongs
Vengeance runs tasteless
Epitaphs without song
Darkness without space
A hell everlong, torture

Who are you
But a nameless face
A rubbed away tombstone
A soul removed from grace
You'd construct oblivion
If you could find the trowel
To build a void betwixt
Past failures and today's
So swing the mallet
Tenderize your heart
Bludgeon the will
Incise the disparate parts

Prep the leeches
To consume the disease
Eat deep and complete
Ye blinded beasts
Burrow into flesh
Feast on the meat
You are sacrifice
The end in deed
Up fron the underside
A stricken breed

Who are you
Who walks in the shade
No past, No future
No need for the human

Thursday, April 11, 2013

Artemis Sere's Weekly Thirteen (Week15, 2013)

1. Admittedly, on a bit of a gaming kick again, Xbox360. Finished "Batman: Arkham City" in a couple of weeks in March. Started playing "Bioshock Infinite" recently, mostly because I fell in love with this song:

If you haven't heard "Beast" by Nico Vega yet, you gotta spin this. I can't seem to stop.

2. Focused on an artistic project entitled "Jesse" for the band Microwaved right now. More to come in the near future.

3. If anyone seriously believes the predictions of Puxtatawney Phil from this season forth, I will seriously question their sanity. I hope that's the last we see of Winter for a while.

4. I suppose I've been living in an Entertainment cave for a while. I had no idea that fellow Canucks Chad Kroeger (lead singer of the feces machine Nickelback) and Avril Lavigne (teen-angst, one-hit wonder queen) were dating. Evidentially, they're now engaged to be married. Once, I was a fan of both Nickelback and Avril Lavigne; now, I just hope they don't breed.

5. Blog readership numbers have dropped to abysmal. I suppose that's what I get for taking some time off from blogging to focus on creative projects in other media. Concerned about the regression of audience, though. Perhaps this is the ebb-and-flow of trying to stabilize and grow a personal brand all alone. Perhaps my content and creative outlet isn't near as interesting as I believe it to be. My "Behelders Project" post received 10 views and zero responses; those kind of engagement numbers lead me to ponder how much I should be connecting with an external audience, or if I should spend less time marketing and more time creating. It would be disappointing to have to give up on the external push of the Artemis Sere brand altogether, but perhaps I need to "recess" a bit--become less out-front with what I am trying to accomplish, and let production speak for itself. It's obvious that I can't pay to grow my engagement to comfortable levels with the style and content of art that I produce. I honestly don't want to spend time blogging about social media or marketing, and would rather curate that content. Perhaps I'm just not good enough as artist to command a following. Common theme of this life. For a completely free offering, I expected a baseline level of response, but silence is altogether troubling.

6. Klout recently incorporated Instagram into their social scoring algorithm. I hope to write a blog in the near future about the power of social diversification. My Instagram audience now rivals both my Twitter and Facebook followers (almost combined), and increases regularly. It accounts for almost 50% of my Klout score as well. The power of pictures is almost immeasurable. Since starting on Instagram a little over a year ago, I have expanded my portfolio to 2,000 images with over 1,700 followers of my work. It seems to be the only growth area of social media for me, perhaps a reflection of where I tend to focus my creative.

7. Hit a renewed vein with my "Fetch" concept lately. I've reworked the concept many times over the last six years, but I feel like I am a lot closer to a direction I'm happy with, and one that is genuinely unique. Closer to the story that I'm excited to tell, and one that will scare the shit out of people. It will make people think, if I'm able to finish it in this lifetime. 

8. I was featured in a full-page ad in ISHN magazine for a line of 3M(TM) Earmuffs recently. Comically, my forearm tattoos were digitally removed. While they were appropriate for the edgy eyewear marketing that I was featured in, not so for the mass-market safety Earmuff crowd.

9.  Dropped my phone in water last week and needed to have it replaced. Got a new one via phone insurance a couple of days ago, and feel like I'm back on track again. I so love new tech and the ability to store our lives "in the Clouds", download what we've lost at the touch of a button. Someday, that will be the common way of this creature.

10. I don't think I'll ever be alright with the Middle Eastern female fashion trend of using the headdress as a cell phone holder, snugly slid tightly to her cheek as she chirps away. I imagine instances of cheek cancer will rise in a certain ethnicity.

11.Turns out that I had to pay my Duty to Drive with care ticket, regardless of my plea to a Ramsey County Hearing Officer about my accident. Instead of being supportive of my minimization of loss of life and property, the State and People continue to draw blood.

12. "Let's hope your mind can take it all..."  Modestep at First Ave on 4/3 was divine. Can't wait to see them again. Hopefully, I'll get to catch them at another show this summer.

13. Army of me marches on--with fewer feathers, pounds and cares. 

Thursday, April 4, 2013

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 me to come to you) contact me over Facebook or Google+.

Timeline:  Phase 1 (May 1-July 31, 2013); Phase 2 (Aug 1-Oct 31, 2013)


  • To formally capture human subject photography, portraits and visual stories with a focus on 40 unique people/friends/family members in the Midwest.
  • To expand my personal portraiture and human subject photography experience
  • To explore and study visual subject matter and human characteristics for my photographic novel project "Beheld By Hell" (target release of 2015).


  • Each participant will receive a free photo shoot conducted by me, with passable images delivered in digital format. I reserve the right to throw away junk pictures and deliver a unique and professional artistic experience. There will be no charge to the participant, and I will do my best to be fair with respect to distance and location. Essentially, if my budget doesn't allow for me to come to you, I'll tell you, and maybe we can work something out.
  • Character profiles for "Beheld by Hell".


  • As I'm attempting to capture a diverse landscape of human subjects, and have a predetermined character set/quota that I'm looking for (eg. a defined number of females, males, ethnicities...), I may pass on your request to participate. That statement is made not to hinder interest, but to note that I have creative goals for this project, and for the ultimate story that I want to tell in the "Beheld by Hell" photographic novel.
  • I may work with interested participants to coordinate the most appropriate, and artistically interesting, locations for the photo shoots. While I have no problem with taking pictures at someone's home, unless there is something strikingly unique about the residence, I'd rather go elsewhere, take a subject out of his/her element. A park. A museum. A rugged space that will enliven character, such as a railroad or salvage yard.

Artemis Sere's Weekly Thirteen (Week14, 2013)

1. "I wish them all the luck that accompanies such malevolence." (Carrey)

2. Did a Facebook promotion for my Art of Artemis Sere Facebook page over March 2013. Netted around 60,000 impressions and 30 new page Likes for the effort. Since the Campaign has closed, I've lost 70% of the Like count gained, almost nullifying the effort. As an active Secular Humanist, I suppose I sometimes have challenging content. But the net value is disappointing as I'm also trying to promote a global artistic brand. The tough part of social media for an artist is sowing the planted seeds, maintaining the myriads of personalities and presences across the digiscape while also spending as much available time as possible on production. The greats spent little time on self promotion, the majority of their time on their craft, which ultimately drew the attention of fans of their work. Given the slate of projects I have, my judgment is canvas and pixel, regardless of how much I'd love to be social, grow a circle, find a steady love, relax.

The Artemis Contact currently won't allow thus.

3. "To make others less happy is a crime. To make ourselves unhappy is where all crime starts. We must try to contribute joy to the world. That is true no matter what our problems, our health, our circumstances. We must try." (Ebert)  Rest in peace, Roger Ebert. You and Siskel informed much of my film passion when I was younger. Immortality comes from being remembered, and your influence on the Entertainment industry will not be soon forgotten.

4. Seeing both Aziz Ansari and Modestep this week. Bought tickets for Limp Bizkit and DJ Shadow. Missing Exodus and Anthrax tonight, though it's been a long time since I was an Exodus fan, and lately I've realized that I am more of a John-Bush-era Anthrax fan, than I am Joey Belladonna (who I grew up with as the lead singer for Anthrax). Evidence that my musical tastes have changed, I migrate toward the grittier, edgier vocals, as opposed to the high-soaring pitches of the 80s big-hair greats. It seems like my personal tastes continue to evolve, but regardless of the changes, the edge is still prominent. 8)

5. Could really use a vacation. Last year, I made it a personal goal to have a "Getaway Vacation" (ie. romantic) with someone special. It's April, and I don't see that happening in the near future. I suspect it's a goal that I'm gonna have to move to 2014. I just can't seem to get that part of my life on track, no matter how hard I try. But I'm not going to wallow in the disappointment of relationship failures. I spent too many years on that kind of frustration, and I've wasted far too much time. I hark back to the wisdom of "It'll happen when the time is right".

6. Accidentally dropped my Samsung Galaxy S2 in the toilet this morning while I was getting ready for work. Lesson learned: Don't try to perform tasks that require cat-like dexterity within minutes of waking up. It was a regrettable accident that probably cost me $500.

7. Learned last week that I'm getting sued by the person whose car I collided with in February. Her account of the accident is strangely off, stating that there was a cop car parked behind her vehicle. I'm not sure how I could've hit the back of this person's car if there was a cop car parked behind it. Further, as I have insurance, I'm a bit confused why I'm being sued for an accident. All around, a strange scenario.

8. Black Coffee Commitment, as well as other focused health initiatives, including getting myself back to the gym on a regular basis, have helped me lose 10 lbs since January. By staying hungry, instead of living full, I am back on track to feeling better. I still have a long way to go. Now that the weather is turning back to awesome, I hope to start running on a regular basis, and will focus more time on closing the gap of another 10 lbs.

9. Painted 10 pictures this week, with skill that looks to be evolving. Really impressed myself with my abstract creations in my last session. Channeling visual chaos has been exciting, and I look forward to Lake Art this Spring and Summer.

10. Kicking off a human subject photography project this week called "The Behelders". Over the next 6 months, I will engage in a creative photo shoot with 40 individuals of various ages, ethnicities and genders. The objectives are to expand my own human subject photography experience, offer friends and family professional shots for their own use, and to influence my "Beheld by Hell" project, possibly find the model that I would like to use/hire for the central character of Persephone.  If you're in the Twin Cities area, and are interested in being a participant in the Project, contact me over Facebook (Artemis Sere).

11.  Klout Score: 66. Instagram finally integrated as part of the Klout Score, even though my Instagram channel dominates the Artemis Sere search in Google. I received an 8-point bump from the Instagram social signals, and Instagram is fast becoming my most influential network. I have more friends and followers on Instagram than I do on either Facebook or Twitter.

12. Finished my first blog on the S.E.R.E. acronym, "Sentient". Still have "Evident", "Resident" and "Evolutionist" left to do. Someday soon.

13. RIP Genelle Bentley, mother of my friend and creative partner, Terry Bentley.

Tuesday, April 2, 2013


This obsession with art and creation is rooted beyond the start of my memory. My Mom and Dad tell stories of how I was moved up from Kindergarden to First Grade when I was a boy because I was filling up the classroom walls with my work. I'm sure they romanticize the details, but it is true that I moved up a grade at a young age due to advanced competency in communications. I was able to channel well.

I remember creating a book about dinosaurs when my age could be counted on one hand. Construction-paper covered stories about superheroes when my age could not yet be counted on two. The pictures and stories, the scenes and the landscapes kaleidoscope inside of me. I do my best to capture what I can,

but I mostly miss the best stuff. It is my duty to capture the fast-passing light, and translate it into life, for the future, for the present, for the past.

I'm not prideful. I don't gloat over the fact that only once in my life was I not held back, that my true brilliance was recognized and applauded. The succeeded years were mostly spent being tortured by my gift, carrying a creative and monstrous burden that often set me apart from those without

drive and vision,
fire and fearlessness,
purpose and passion,
voice and diligence.

I've always been devoted to my craft, often sacrificing everything I am and everything I have for creation, expiring all for the thrill of giving birth or being born again, which I have done with regularity many times in my lifetime. It is how we learn to be like water, to understand the dynamism of the universe. The present is a zero-sum game, where the walls are all that matter. My past is littered with brittled husks of lives, shed with every new version of me. Their decay blows as dust in the present of this life, captured as ghosts in a reality that I can't seem to escape from.

I've learned not to run. The ghosts stalk for a good reason: I need them, as much as they need me. They require audience, whether they are the reflections of a path not taken, a pain-response mechanism in the form of a poltergeist, or just a reminder that my end is coming, sooner than I want or expect. Some find fear in the face of the dead;

I find my galleryhead.

S.E.R.E. Acronym Defined: "Sentient"

S.E.R.E. Acronym Defined: "Sentient"

Often, I am questioned regarding the pseudonym and brand Artemis Sere. A variety of future blogs will cover this subject in creative detail, from what the means on a macro to micro context and what it means philosophically. Sere is actually an acronym (S.E.R.E), which stands for "Sentient.Evident.Resident.Evolutionist". It is a philosophy and life-stance, much like my commitment to Secular Transhumanism. It guides my creative scope and directs my voice and understanding. Concepted in 2007, it was originally "Seer", but changed shortly after concept because I didn't want to infer metaphysical capability.

The legendary Mothman is not psychic; from it's elevated place, it sees the future faster than we. The charge of the SERE is to look further, beyond, of wider and broader patterns, connecting the quantum with the celestisal.

'Subjective perceptual experiences' power the engine of this creator. The most effective and productive artists find a way to strike a balance between reason and sensation, betwixt the complexity of logic and the chaotic realms of emotion and feelings. I've found the most manageable balance in the relational studies of art and science, as Da Vinci achieved hundreds of years ago. I would not dare compare myself to the genius of Da Vinci, but I believe his path to be the best possible in context of evolution of our species.

To achieve this one must exist outside circles and systems, observing the interconnectedness of all, yet respecting the uniqueness of each. In dedication to perceptive detail, one finds the threads that bind each of us.

Savage creatures, the homo sapien, 40 generations into a concept called "civilized". The truth of it all is that we've turned and tuned our creative wavelengths in ways to manipulate and lie to each other. Mainstream anything is a homogenized product, perfected to appease a mass audience. Faith is no different, with power centralized to a Sauron-like spire in the West, always Seeing, always expanding its reach.

The first letter of the acronym S of S.E.R.E. stands for "Sentient" or "Sentience", a commitment to scouting a position outside of the common circles, to watch with keen eyes the rugged movements of our imperfect people. Such efforts are not completely successful unless societal and environmental integrationis achieved; thus, the SERE must maintain a participatory coexistence with subject, and the deep feelings and experiences that result from this equilibrium.

Sentience serves in opposition to the R of the acronym, 'Resident', which calls the SERE to be actively engaged, awake and participatory in the circles around him/her.



far beyond
the clutches of this
sullen gravity
we accelerate
toward the unknown
with escape velocity
of lives blown
apart, there
we tack our hopes
to lonely satellites
and fragile rocket
racing directly
into the mysterious
vastness where
human hearts dare
to trespass
where less and more
are at constant war
a violent antithesis
racing from a dying



she climbs the stair
master in heels and shades
hiding the years of decay
and deep bruising
under her pretty
facade, but below,
the mirror is a crack
away from shattered,
luck bordering on black,
hope a tattered cocktail
dress, hung as lifeless
and desperate as gravity
her into rugged orbits
where collision in guaranteed
veins and shame destined
to bleed, puddling
to stain the Earth
of roots pulled
of lustworthy
lungs, and
of her tired
she climbs
into empty air
singing sweetly
for escape,
collapsing sadly
into her bottomless