KO’d My Past Self

2024

Acrylic, Oil, Spray Paint, Krink Pen on canvas 

36 x 48

$7500

This one’s a knockout. Not just a painting— it’s a public execution of my old self, gloves on, no mercy.

The ring is your stage. And the blue figure, wild-haired and worn out, is the ghost of who you used to be-addicted, lost, judged, broke, broken. He’s flailing, reaching, maybe trying to throw a punch, but it’s too late. He’s backed into the ropes, desperate to grab what he already lost: your halo-your purpose, your redemption, your glow-up. But he can’t touch you anymore.

You, the you now, are on fire. You’ve got three arms because one punch wasn’t enough. You’re hitting him in the face and gut at the same time-fast, brutal, clean. Like all the years of chaos are being exorcised in one final beatdown. Victory baby. 

The crowd behind you is every face you’ve inspired. Every person who’s watched you rise. They’re not booing-they’re cheering.

Watching you slaughter the old you like a gladiator ending the final round.

The canvas is raw, chaotic, but intentional.

You can feel the momentum. The scribbled letters on the floor are like tally marks, like a calendar of all the days you survived just to get to this fight. The ropes aren’t holding you back-they’re framing your win.

This painting is your rebirth.

It says: “You can change. You can level up.

But only if you’re willing to beat the hell out of who you were.”