Fancy Tenants

Installation (mixed media: paintings, drawings, found objects, Chesterfield shelving, empty bottles, luxury chaos)

Welcome to my brain on canvas-unfiltered, unpolished, and unapologetically alive.

“Fancy Tenants” is less a room and more a portrait of my internal architecture.

It’s my studio, my psyche, and my past lives all leaking into one another in real time.

On the surface, it’s a mess: drawings scattered on the floor, spray cans, tequila bottles, tools, leather, and art fighting for space. But sit with it a second—and the elegance reveals itself.

This is controlled chaos.

The kind of chaos that builds empires.

The installation captures the raw duality of who I am:

• The grime and glamour
• The dirt under the fingernails and the designer on the floor.
•   The starving artist who somehow lives like a rockstar but creates like a monk.

Those two black shelf panels? They’re not paintings. They’re the bones of Chesterfield

-repurposed, recontextualized, made into art.

That’s what I do. I take things that were forgotten, thrown out, overlooked, and make them holy. One of them whispers the title-Fancy Tenants-because that’s what I am I guess. Not a guest. Not a visitor. A tenant of this moment, this life, this success-and ive made it fancy not by dressing it up, but by owning it, flaws and all.

The expensive bottles, the designer chairs, the painted-over shoes-they’re trophies, sure, but not the kind you show off. They’re artifacts of endurance. Evidence that you can be both the wreck and the royalty.

And what I’m really telling the viewer is this:

“This isn’t staged. This is me. And somehow, it’s still beautiful.”

It’s a room that breathes like a heart cracked open. A shrine to vulnerability, transformation, and truth.