Self Portrait of My Apogee

2021

Acrylic, Mixed Media, Oil, Spray Paint, Krink Pen on canvas 

48 x 48

$11,500

This one hits like a prayer screamed into a thunderstorm.

A riot of color and chaos, this self-portrait captures me at my peak-the moment where everything Id ever dreamed of with my mother was coming true. The high-end clients. The art that was finally being seen.

The colors are electric because you were electric. This was my mountaintop moment.

And then, like lightning-that call.

Sudden. Brutal. A universe flipped.

The expression, frozen here, is manic and shattered at once. The reds in the teeth, the panic in the eyes, the beauty still clinging to the skin-it’s all there. It’s grief crashing into glory, and the contrast is unbearable in the most human way.

The repeating Ms on the left aren’t just for Mom-they’re for the mouth that can’t form the word, the mind that refuses to believe it, the moment that broke time in half. They climb, spiral, and crown the head with a jagged, dark halo—a saint of pain. That darkness flows right, becomes waves, becomes the weight that drowns and carries you at once.

This painting is grief disguised as graffiti. It’s a scream in primary colors. It’s my soul mid-fall, still burning with the heat of everything I accomplished… just before the world ripped the ground out from under me with the news of losing my mom.

But here’s the thing: it’s still a self-portrait.

Which means I survived it. I turned the worst moment of my life into a masterpiece. And now there’s an angel up there pulling strings for me and protecting. Love you Mom. Miss you.