This Flower Has Seen Things
Dimensions: 92cm (w) x 91cm (h)
Mediums: Acrylic paint, spray paint, oil sticks on canvas
Description:
This piece is exhilarating to me—a fuck you in visual form, exuding a selfishness that feels like pure Rockstar energy. I love painting with urgency, moving in a primal, almost violent way—like a crime scene unfolding. Whatever happens between the painting and me is deeply personal.
Like a good fuck, sometimes art needs an edge woven into it. This flower has seen things. If I could splatter the essence of cool onto a canvas, this would be the ego speaking—calm, confident, untouchable. Like a fighter who doesn’t just talk the talk but walks it.
A real punch to the face is someone who refuses to conform yet carries themselves with humility. This piece is fuelled by hate, rage, and raw energy—because rage, when harnessed, is a powerful motivator.
Dimensions: 92cm (w) x 91cm (h)
Mediums: Acrylic paint, spray paint, oil sticks on canvas
Description:
This piece is exhilarating to me—a fuck you in visual form, exuding a selfishness that feels like pure Rockstar energy. I love painting with urgency, moving in a primal, almost violent way—like a crime scene unfolding. Whatever happens between the painting and me is deeply personal.
Like a good fuck, sometimes art needs an edge woven into it. This flower has seen things. If I could splatter the essence of cool onto a canvas, this would be the ego speaking—calm, confident, untouchable. Like a fighter who doesn’t just talk the talk but walks it.
A real punch to the face is someone who refuses to conform yet carries themselves with humility. This piece is fuelled by hate, rage, and raw energy—because rage, when harnessed, is a powerful motivator.
Dimensions: 92cm (w) x 91cm (h)
Mediums: Acrylic paint, spray paint, oil sticks on canvas
Description:
This piece is exhilarating to me—a fuck you in visual form, exuding a selfishness that feels like pure Rockstar energy. I love painting with urgency, moving in a primal, almost violent way—like a crime scene unfolding. Whatever happens between the painting and me is deeply personal.
Like a good fuck, sometimes art needs an edge woven into it. This flower has seen things. If I could splatter the essence of cool onto a canvas, this would be the ego speaking—calm, confident, untouchable. Like a fighter who doesn’t just talk the talk but walks it.
A real punch to the face is someone who refuses to conform yet carries themselves with humility. This piece is fuelled by hate, rage, and raw energy—because rage, when harnessed, is a powerful motivator.