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Nine bodies of work — chapters of a life told in paint, ink and code.
Neon Fate
The Neon Knight is at a crossroads. He does not know which path to choose and which way to trust. On one end, an angel promises of eternal paradise and truth. On the other, a demon is perched promising of eternal paradise and truth. The Knight knows that both are liars and slays them both to their dismay. He is now liberated. A free agent. But, at what cost is freedom paid for?
Man Oh Man
To be a man, is to be nothing. To be a man, is to be everything. To be a man, is to be hated, revered, loved and spit on. To be a man, is to be denied by all others, even yourself at times. To be a man, is to be me. I am all those things and none of them. Oh, to be me. Man, oh man.
Seasons of Friends
These are a personable series of paintings in which I express the chapters of friendship throughout life. Specifically between my best friend & brother Roderick Pena, and I. May you enjoy these forever and always, man. Oh yeah, I know I have to make that special 4th painting. Coming soon....
Feel
How does one feel? What is it that we as humans seek in one another? Touch? Connection? Intimacy? Something else? In this Series, Ramon Trif shows us some universal ways in which human beings do that thing we do. Ya feel me?
Shalashango
This ’thing’, this formless form of a creature, is the closest physical representation of my true inner essence, my ’final form’ if you will. It has multiple eyes, noses, ears at times. Comprised of more than one face, masked upon more faces. It is a never-ending choice to be made, avoided and concluded. It has a name. Sometimes it has a lover. At other times it has kids. Never is it one thing only, though. Woe is me.
Cosmic Takeoff
My absolute and profound love for nature and landscapes rocket launches me beyond the firmament and into the great unknown. What lies beyond just the precipice of our perception? Let’s take a colorful trip there, through the brush of Ramon Trif.
Prime Order
Before anything known to concept, there was the Primordial. The original ’way’ and ’balance’ of All. Some rumor these phantoms to be dragons, others give homage to angels. I say this: it is beyond our mere mortal contemplation. Otherwise, how could they surpass us?
Reise Reise
We all come from parents. Those very parents were once children to their own parents. A never-ending cycle of familiarity, ancestry and identity. The bonds (or lack there of) that may shape us going forward are but cogs in the wheel of sanity, that must keep turning. I often wonder why we are like this. Then, I’m reminded that I’d rather not know anymore. This series of pieces show how I once had a father, then he passed away and maybe one day I’ll be a father. I used to have a strong desire for it. That was, when love was alive. It is dead in the entire world now. A shell of a shell of what it once was.
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