"Don't be here in ten years." – The Factory Line


Artworks : Fuka-Eri

A quick snapshot of my tribute to Haruki Murakami still drying on the wall…

Title : Fuka-Eri

Oil on Canvas

2 x 24×24

Ian Truman – 2015


Mar – After the Sun – Three Songs

Here are three songs that I feel represent the album the best, from sludge to punk to doom…

Mar – After the Sun – All Artworks

So i’ve completed my album and have finished the artwork.For those of you who wondered what I’ve been up to these last few months…here it is: sludge, doom, rock, grunge and punk with a taste for noise and industrial metal.

It’s openly inspired by late 80’s/early 90’s heavy music and aesthetics. As I am in the process of looking for a label who’s willing to release this. I’ll only post a limited number of songs in a following post. But for now, here’s the artwork.

Mar ats booklet first and last page

01-Intro02-Not So Innocent03-Panopticon04-Can't Fake It05-Non-Mechanical Errors06-Rope burn07-Tri-Lateral Commissions08-year of the dog09-Born free10-Burden of the pall bearers11-city lights12-Downers13-The fire14-After the Sun

Burden of the Pall Bearers

I’ll be releasing the artwork and lyrics for my album After the Sun in the coming weeks. Here’s the first poem

09-Burden of the pall bearers

Burden of the Pall Bearer

As the earth it shatters

And the heavens unbound

We find comfort in the music

We find comfort in the sound

As the core is rotten

And the world is crumbling down

We find comfort in the anger

We find refuge with the proud

As the air turns ashen

And all taste has gone sour

We find comfort in the masses

We find comfort in the crowd

As the herd it scatters

And the mind goes unsound

We find comfort in the madness

We find answers in the clouds

As we find no solace

And the world is burnt out

We find comfort in the silence

We find relief in our hearts

As the earth it shatters

And the heavens unbound

We find comfort in the music

We find comfort in the sound.

06-Tri-Lateral Commissions

10-city lights

Mar – After the Sun Cover Reveal


It’s been radio silence for a while here. That’s partly due to my second child who’s now 6 months old. Now that things are getting settled at home, I can find a bit of time to work on projects.

One of which is my solo album/project titled “After the Sun” which I started writing for about a year ago.

It’s a mix of rock, doom, grunge, industrial and punk, which should appeal to either very few people or a lot of people, time will tell.

Although I won’t post any song until I have a proper video ready (it’s in the works), I’ll share the cover here and post the inner artworks in the coming weeks.

Take care,


Mar - After the Sun web cover Mar ATS back test 1

The Montreal Conundrum

The Montreal Conundrum

There’s no leader, no one better, no one breaking ahead of the pack. Everyone has to be the same, standardized over decades by a creeping nanny state that takes care of everything and where nothing gets done. Everyone the same, everyone equal. We elevate mediocrity to the ranks of greatness because of an ideological flaw. We try to give everyone a shot, sure, that is commendable, but once they are on their way to reach the sky, you put them on a six foot leash. It’s a conundrum. You want everyone to have access to opportunities but you won’t let individuals achieve greatness because we all have to be equal.

The end result is not as good as you wanted it to be.It really isn’t.

Montreal, you are a hundred page novel, a 40 minute film, you’re 14 bucks an hour. You are the greatest lover alive who can’t bring a women to orgasm. You are ordinary and you can’t seem to escape it. You’re are few inches above the bottom dwellers and you’ve been hovering there, silently drifting in circles for decades now.

You’re on fucking life support.

Admittedly it’s not your fault. That is also true. The federal doesn’t care about you, the provincial laughs at you one way or the other. You’ve been landlocked by decades of language and cultural policies, none of which came from your own needs or demands. You are the victim of pressure groups that are outside of your city limits, You are stuck in a bureaucracy to thick you can’t even put up a sign without a permit anymore and everyone wants a piece of it. Everyone wants a piece of you but gives nothing in return. You are claimed by all and supported by none. You are own your own and you’re dragging everyone else’s dead weight behind you.

They’ll come visit, they’ll drink your beer. They’ll take your money, but then call you a snob when you say you want to do more with yourself.

Turning one of my paintings into a table

I turned a painting into a work table for the job using a bunch of old legs, tampered glass shelves we had laying around and some silicone. I bought the canvas that fit with the glasses we had and used the wooden frame as support for the legs. The glue smeared on the edges, so that’s a technique I’ll have to improve, but as a prototype, I’m pretty happy about it,

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