Don’t Drown Yourself Pretending to Be Deep

2025

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

36 x 48

$5000

This is a warning disguised as a spectacle. A chaotic confessional for anyone who’s ever fronted too hard and forgotten who they were beneath the costume.

Front and center is a blue figure-masked, confused, out of his element. He’s standing on the edge of a lie, painted the same drowning-blue as the deep waters below him, where fake egos go to sink. This guy isn’t deep-he’s just in too deep. And he’s about to get eaten alive.

Enter the alligators-hungry, sharp-toothed avatars of realness. They’re smiling, which makes it worse. They’re not here to hurt the real ones-they’re here to devour the fake.

Their teeth glitter like red warning lights. And above their heads: “2006 Chevy” scrawled like a humble flex—a reminder that authenticity is cooler than clout.

Compare that to the red sports cars and pirate-y black boats floating near the gators’ throats. They’re leased and barely paid for. These toys belong to the phonies— the ones who lease the dream, flex someone else’s yacht, and borrow personalities like outfits.

The orange waves below are jagged and anxious, signaling that this water isn’t calm.

This water judges you. It drags you down when you’re all show, no soul.

This piece ties directly to “4am LA Nights”—a visual sequel in an anti-vanity saga. The city may be a playground of appearances, but here, you’re drawing the line. Be real or get eaten. Love yourself or drown trying to impress people who wouldn’t save you if you sank.

And the message is clear as teeth:

You can fake being deep, but the real ones can smell blood in the water.