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My Studio Space Vol. 1

by J. Augustus

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Rain Stormer 02:26
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Warrior Play 03:33
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90s Shocking 04:40
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A Beat Clark 04:13
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Who You? 03:22
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Who Done It 03:36
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My Studio Space - The Iris Terminal

Eyes open. The blur begins to focus into the red, yellow and blue hues of the neon lights just above his head. Awake, again. Alone. Again. He sits up, reaches for his spaceflight suit and pulls it on as he walks past the ceiling high windows of the old space station.

There hasn't been an event in years. Why do I need to even be here. The corridor turns and he approaches the dim lights of the kitchenette. As he takes a moment to breath in the dull familiarity the panel next to him clicks. The smell of warm coffee permeates the air as it swings open. He grabs the still steaming cup inside and pushes the panel back in place.

He sips at the rim, too hot, and peers out at the colorless void behind the triple layered glass. It always unnerved him, despite the mathematics of it, that there was less than 12 inches of glass between him and the death vacuum of a cold, desolate, never ending nothingness. It reminded him of home, where all things artistic and beautiful had long since been outlawed. The abolishment of the Spectrum, pulling the life out of living. At least here there was color.

He opens another panel, grabs a blue makeshift umbrella and continues on his routine. 347 steps. No more, no less. The windows turn to wiring and panels, buzzing lights and a still dripping water pipe... the umbrella proving as useful as always.

I should probably figure out how to fix that. Or at least recycle the organics. He rounds the corner and shuffles down the stairs towards a heavy set door. He pulls out a small keycard with MCM branded across it, a line scratched across it. Checking over his should he swipes the card and quickly enters the room, slamming it shut behind him. The sanctuary. A purple soft glow envelops the room, vibrant keyboards and slow blinking lights, screens streaming meteorological readouts and analysis data in a multitude of colors. His favorite chair, The Captain's Chair, waiting for him like his secret lover. With a sigh of relief, he falls back into it, spinning around a few times, a wry smile biting at his lips.

My Home. My Studio Space...



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Album Art : Robb Swanlund

Robb Swanlund is a visual artist working in both digital and hands-on drawing methods. As an award winning artist, Swanlund's imagery confronts spirituality and human experiences involving mental health.Swanlund's unique line quality in his artwork and passion for visual and written storytelling have unfolded in the pages of published sketchbooks, large illustrated series, and freelance commissions.

BIO FOR: J. Augustus
Once a teenager with his head always in a sketchbook, Justin soon began playing in a 3 man band in small town Texas coffee shops. This classically-trained violist, self-taught pianist and street artist has since toured the country emceeing, DJing,  producing, remixing your favorite tracks, while filling the city streets with his art.

 
J.Augustus has now been a staple of the live music scene in Austin, Texas since the late 1990's during which he could never let his passion for spectacular color go. He continued to keep his love of art alive with a spray can in one hand and an MPC in the other. Live performances over the last decade and beyond have cemented his raw talent and ability to connect with his audiences into a formidable force, bringing his own originality to the table in everything he does.  

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released May 20, 2022

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