Full Art Catalog (As exhibited at "House Party")
"The Devil's Courtesan" (2024)
Acrylic, Mixed Media, Oil, Spray Paint, Krink Pen on Canvas – 48 x 60 – $11,500
She sits—a jagged Venus, naked but armored, her spiked silhouette carving through the velvet haze of a Rococo dream. A bottle of Dom at her side, a mirrored plate kissed with white powder in her lap. Above her, a fractured hand descends-not the hand of God bestowing scripture, but a sly, divine whisper, feeding her cherries, the fruit of temptation itself.
Her face is a mask, grotesque and holy-devil horns piercing the air, a halo floating above like a cosmic punchline. Because seduction, at its core, is contradiction: beauty wrapped in danger, pleasure laced with ruin. The seductress is often more feared than loved; she is the dark sorceress, the one who leads men astray. And yet… they follow. Always.
She is Lilith reclining in a postmodern Eden, demanding worship while quietly corrupting the altar. The ugly beauty of her face? That’s truth revealed, mask torn off: desire never comes pure. Love never comes without shadow.
She’s the first to arrive, the last to leave-the patron saint of indulgence, waiting to see who dares to join her on the couch… and who dares to taste the cherry.
"Lions Not Sheep" (2024)
Acrylic, Oil, Spray Paint, Krink Pen on Canvas – 48 x 60 – $10,500
She lounges in her gilded cage-a penthouse jungle of silk sheets and crown molding, luxury dripping from every corner. The Birkins by her bedside are a quiet trophy; the checkered floor beneath her, a chessboard of desire and power. But tonight, the game is already won.
A tiger straddles her back, fangs sinking into her neck, blood spilling like a signature in red ink. She is woman and goat at once-the sacrificial lamb with the curves of a temptress, caught between prey and seductress, between surrender and provocation. Her halo hovers stubbornly above her head, cracked but glowing, a wink at the divine in the midst of destruction.
The tiger? The tiger is the dreamer who refused the herd, who prowled outside the fences, who dared to break in and claim the kingdom. It’s the raw, unapologetic hunger of the alpha, knowing that to feast, you must first refuse to kneel.
"Jazz" (2020)
Acrylic, Oil, Spray Paint, Krink Pen on Canvas – 48 x 48 – $7,500
How do you describe a rainbow to someone who’s never seen light? How do you explain jazz to someone searching for structure? How do you decode a divine language with a human tongue? This painting doesn’t try to answer-it lets the impossibility hang in the air like a blue note.
The canvas is a battlefield of perception: scribbles, masks, halos, chaos. At the center floats a moment that echoes Michelangelo-but instead of the Ten Commandments, God offers a book labeled JAZZ to a blindfolded figure crowned with a halo. A gift of confusion, of beauty, of truth that can’t be translated-only felt.
You don’t have to see the rainbow to be bathed in its light. You don’t have to understand the music to move with it.
"Frankenstein Sinatra" (2022)
Acrylic, Spray Paint, Krink Pen on Canvas – 48 x 48 – $6,500
He’s not just a man—he’s a myth made from scraps of midnight. A monster built for the limelight. Half charm, half chaos. All presence.
He sits there with a cigarette clenched between blood-red teeth, torso bare, bones showing-because even the most elegant devils wear their scars. A black fedora crowns his head like a halo dipped in bourbon. The background swirls in a cocktail of teal, orange, and graffiti-the abstract buzz of jazz clubs, hotel lobbies, and nights that never ended.
He’s rough. He’s radiant. He’s a reminder that if you want to escape routine, you don’t wait for the invitation. You crash the damn party.
"Post-Heist Pillow Talk" (2024)
Acrylic, Spray Paint, Krink Pen on Canvas – 48 x 60 – $9,500
Some people make love. These two made history.
Fresh off a robbery, masked and naked in a penthouse bed, they sit bathed in city light-not hiding, not running, just glowing. The skyline outside twinkles like applause. Their reflections reach into the night like ghosts drunk on adrenaline and ecstasy.
They didn’t ask for permission. They took what they wanted.
The masks stay on. Because sometimes, the most honest moments come when you’re anonymous.
"The Party Shaman" (2024)
Acrylic, Spray Paint, Krink Pen on Canvas – 48 x 60 – $9,500
You don’t find him-he finds you. Somewhere between the marble atrium and the rooftop pool with live tigers, he appears. A man dressed in cosmic energy and cologne.
He offers no name, just a smile too white to be real and a vial too mysterious to ignore. In this piece, he’s painted like a pharaoh from another dimension. A face wrapped in radiant chaos-a crown of syringes and sunrays, his pupils hidden behind god-tier sunglasses.
The lines behind him form a web-his reach, his network, his mythology. He’s not just at the party. He is the party.
"Side Effects Include" (2024)
Acrylic, Mixed Media, Oil, Spray Paint, Krink Pen on Canvas – 36 x 48 – $6,500
Here he is—the RX King, a walking prescription bottle with a devil’s head and a halo that flickers like a neon sign. He’s got a purple arm wrapped protectively around the anxious face below, shielding it from the falling brushstrokes of rain.
But one of those raindrops? It’s not rain. It’s bird shit. And in some twisted corner of the cosmos, that’s luck.
This painting is a fable in disguise—a modern myth about vice, protection, and the weird ways we miss our blessings. Because sometimes, what we think is shielding us from the pain is actually blocking the breakthrough.
"Degenerate With WiFi" (2024)
Acrylic, Oil, Spray Paint, Krink Pen on Canvas – 36 x 48 – $6,500
This is the face of modern wealth-not polite, not pretty, but feral and free. A young beast in designer sweats, frothing at the mouth with another six-figure hit fresh on the laptop screen. His eyes scream with digital ecstasy.
This is hustle culture in its final form: rich, reckless, and blissfully unbothered. No spreadsheets. No ties. Just crypto wallets, chaos, and unlimited steak.
Don’t wait. Don’t ask. Don’t dream small. If life’s a game, this is the guy who hacked it— and now he’s laughing all the way to his offshore account.
"The Bloom After the Bankroll" (2024)
Acrylic, Mixed Media, Spray Paint, Krink Pen on Canvas – 36 x 48 – $6,500
He’s stepping into the light now-paint-stained, newly minted, and finally ready. The chaos behind him still hums—brushstrokes of anxiety, passion, hunger-but there’s calm at the center. A figure rising from the noise.
A halo hovers-not as a symbol of sainthood, but of arrival. Not perfection, but presence. He’s made it— to a place where he can offer more than just charm. He can offer security. He can offer space.
He’s not chasing the girl. He’s creating the world where she can walk in.
"The Burnt Halo" (2024)
Acrylic, Oil, Spray Paint, Krink Pen on Canvas – 36 x 48 – $6,500
He’s not walking out of the cave-he’s erupting from it.
Arms raised, soul scorched, halo on fire. Not a saint. Not a savior. Just a man who refused to die in the dark.
This is a portrait of redemption that doesn’t beg for sympathy. It demands respect. Because this isn’t about being saved. It’s about choosing to rise.
The flaming halo? That’s the crown you earn when you’ve crawled through hell and made it out honest and alive and real. The fire didn’t kill him. It anointed him.
"Money Laundering" (2018)
Acrylic, Spray Paint, Krink Pen on Canvas – 36 x 48 – $6,500
She’s got the face of a masterpiece and the body of a femme fatale-Mona Lisa reprogrammed for the underworld.
Her halo flickers faintly, but don’t let that fool you. There’s a devil in her quiet. The laundromat hums around her, sterile and gray—a modern-day confessional where sins are scrubbed clean, one bill at a time.
Her finger is pressed to her lips. Not in innocence, but in command. Shhh. You saw nothing.
"Water Malone" (2022)
Acrylic, Mixed Media, Oil, Spray Paint, Krink Pen on Canvas – 36 x 48 – $7,500
A cryptic hymn in color and chaos, “Water Malone” is a parable in paint-an abstract war between the spirit and the flesh. The horned red devil at the top tempts, teases, whispers sweet self-destructions into the ear of the fractured man below.
Below, a swamp-green alligator waits like consequence incarnate-teeth like tally marks. If you listen too long to the wrong voices, you don’t just fall-you sink.
But this painting doesn’t end in despair. It’s a battle cry. A reminder. A lesson wrapped in madness: don’t be Water Malone.
"Matador Mindset" (2024)
Acrylic, Oil, Spray Paint, Krink Pen on Canvas – 48 x 60 – $11,500
A bullfight of the soul. Past, present, future-all in one chaotic arena, and you’re dead center in Gucci flip-flops.
The electric blue monster with spiraling hair is your past self— wounded, wild, unraveling. He’s catching a fierce right hook from the future: a fiery-eyed bull charging with purpose and power.
Don’t let the past drag you down, and don’t let the future haunt you before it happens. But keep charging forward like the bull-because the future can be brutal, beautiful, and all yours.
"Grab the Monet and Let's Gogh" (2024)
Acrylic, Oil, Spray Paint, Krink Pen on Canvas – 48 x 48 – $10,500
Grab the Monet and let’s Gogh-yes, it’s a play on “grab the money and let’s go,” but for you, it’s also an anthem for every moment you had to hustle artfully to escape the chaos you were born into.
The figures in balaclavas look like robbers, maybe, but look again-they could be artists in disguise, warriors of reinvention.
So yes, it can mean something good. It can mean: Take your art, your power, your destiny-and don’t wait around for permission. Gogh.
"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.
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.
"Opps" (2024)
Acrylic, Mixed Media, Oil, Spray Paint, Krink Pen on Canvas – 48 x 48 – $9,500
This one’s for the wolves. For the ones who got doubted, hated, envied-and kept creating anyway.
“Opps” is a portrait of every opposition you’ve ever faced: the snakes in friends’ clothing, the critics who talk from the cheap seats, the jealous ones watching from the shadows.
This piece is a reminder that when you shine, the “Opps” get loud. But that doesn’t make them powerful. That just means they noticed.
"When You're Both Cold Blooded" (2024)
Acrylic, Spray Paint, Krink Pen on Canvas – 48 x 48 – $8,500
Welcome to the top floor of ruthlessness-this is love, luxury, and legacy soaked in wine and savagery. A cold-blooded romance between two apex predators, dressed in silk skin and Gucci slippers, tangled in desire under the moonlight of a city they clearly own.
This piece is savage, seductive, and wildly triumphant. It’s about two people who didn’t let softness slow them down. Who knew they’d be called monsters but chose success over acceptance.
This painting dares you to be cold-blooded. To stop apologizing. To find someone who’s as hungry as you are-and take the whole damn city.
"Narcos & Pineapples" (2025)
Acrylic, Oil, Spray Paint, Krink Pen on Canvas (feat. real wood) – 36 x 48 – $5,000
A technicolor crime scene smeared across a bodega wall in the middle of a house party gone too far. At first glance, it’s chaos-but then the story starts unraveling in layers, just like a high rolling night on the edge of reality.
The upper left figure-wide-eyed, cracked out, sketched in scribbles—wears the word REWARD above his head like a crown of consequence. He’s a warped nod to that infamous Pablo Escobar photo.
Cool story bro, can I have my rolled up $20 back?
"4am LA Nights" (2025)
Acrylic, Oil, Spray Paint, Krink Pen on Canvas – 36 x 48 – $5,000
This is Los Angeles stripped of its glamour and dipped in satire-neon-fried, Botox-filled, and spiritually bankrupt. A dystopian postcard from the city of illusions where everyone’s on the make, on the run, or on something.
Front and center: Batman, not brooding over Gotham but fighting crime in L.A.-armed with a Dom Perignon-shaped shield because down there, champagne is armor.
Cars, yachts, mansions, and boobs become part of the set dressing. A fever dream of wealth and status all painted in childlike strokes and warped perspective. Great weather and food though..
"Don't Drown Yourself Pretending to Be Deep" (2025)
Acrylic, Mixed Media, Oil, Spray Paint, Krink Pen on Canvas – 36 x 48 – $5,000
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.
You can fake being deep, but the real ones can smell blood in the water.
"Under the Influence (Paparazzi Orgy)" (2025)
Acrylic, Mixed Media, Oil, Spray Paint, Krink Pen on Canvas – 36 x 48 – $6,500
This is the orgy no one asked for-flashes firing, bodies tangled, narcissism leaking from every lens. It’s obscene. It’s overwhelming. It’s the modern plague of celebrity culture laid bare in all its grotesque glory.
The paparazzi are naked-not because they’re vulnerable, but because they’re shameless. Stripped down to their core instincts: greed, obsession, entitlement.
You? Keep your peace
"KO'd My Past Self" (2024)
Acrylic, Oil, Spray Paint, Krink Pen on Canvas – 36 x 48 – $7,500
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.
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.”
"Grab Him by the Horns" (2021)
Acrylic, Oil, Spray Paint, Krink Pen on Canvas – 40 x 40 – $5,000
This is not just a painting—it’s a spiritual execution, a triumphant symbol of survival, and a blood-splattered thank you letter to God.
The red horned head, severed and snarling, is the Devil himself-mid-defeat, mid-scream, mid-fall. His crown of lies is gone. His grip is broken.
This painting says: “I know evil because I looked it in the eye— and chose God instead.”
"Please Don't Speak to Me While I'm Dancing" (2022)
Acrylic, Oil, Spray Paint, Krink Pen on Canvas – 60 x 54.5 – $14,500
I borrowed the posture from a Vogue shoot of Jim Carrey, but twisted it into something darker, more personal, more sacred. The figure here isn’t just dancing-he’s teetering at the edge of collapse.
The iron clutched in his hand isn’t just an iron—it’s a weapon and a wand. He’s electrocuting his own chest, right through the X on his heart, reigniting a life that’s almost gone.
This painting says: “I’ve been dead before. But I chose to dance anyway. Don’t interrupt.”
"The Guardian" (2023)
Acrylic, Oil, Spray Paint, Krink Pen on Canvas – 69 x 52.5 – $12,500
This isn’t just a painting—it’s protection. A spiritual bouncer. A battle-worn angel standing at the threshold of your life, saying: “Not today, bad energy.”
With his arms outstretched like a living “STOP” sign, this spirit warrior holds the line between your peace and the chaos of the outside world.
It says: “This is sacred ground. You’re either bringing love-or you’re not coming in.” It’s not a painting. It’s a force field.
"The Sentinel" (2019)
Acrylic, Oil, Spray Paint, Krink Pen on Canvas – 85 x 72 – $19,500
This piece doesn’t hang-it stands guard. “The Sentinel” is a towering celestial protector, a skeletal force with wings wide open and presence impossible to ignore.
With long, dripping limbs and a body etched in bold black lines, this isn’t some sweet, soft angel from childhood stories-this is a streetwise guardian from the trenches.
The message is silent but clear: “If you’re not bringing love and good vibes, don’t bother coming in.”
"Untitled (But Definitely Not a Banana)" (2025)
Mixed Media (Gucci, Duct Tape, Trash Frame, Spray Paint, Acrylic) – 24 x 28 – $15,000
This is satire at its most savage. A single Gucci flip-flop-battered, beaten, splattered with the ghosts of masterpieces— duct taped to a wall and crowned with a frame pulled from the trash.
This is your middle finger to the absurdity of art-world hype. A nod to that infamous banana at Art Basel that sold for a ridiculous price and made headlines not because it was meaningful-but because it was expensive.
"Duality of Man" (2021)
Spray-painted Buddha sculpture, mixed media (flowers, bullets, cigarette butts) – 49.5 x 19 x 19 – $11,500
This piece is a paradox in perfect stillness. A sacred sculpture turned mirror-one that doesn’t reflect your face, but your soul.
“Duality of Man” takes the tranquil image of the Buddha and confronts it with the truth: peace is not born from perfection. It’s born from struggle, contradiction, and the quiet war we fight within ourselves every day.
You don’t need to erase your past to find peace. You just have to sit with it.
"STONKS" (2024)
Acrylic, Oil, Spray Paint, Krink Pen on Canvas – 30 x 40 – $5,000
This piece is a chaotic celebration of wealth, wit, and the kind of unhinged glee that only comes from opening your portfolio and seeing green arrows-and maybe a slice of pepperoni pizza on the side.
“Stonks” is a tribute to the lovable degenerates of my inner circle: the high-net-worth maniacs who don’t just play the market—they party with it.
This painting screams: “Get rich, eat good, laugh harder.” Because stonks only go up, baby.
"I Don't Know... But It's Gonna Cost an Arm and a Leg" (2019)
Triptych on found shelving (spray paint, acrylic, Mixed Media) – 48 x 57 – $6,000
Sometimes art doesn’t come from concept. It comes from necessity. From the back of a barn. From a moment when you’re broke, driven, and desperate to create.
The left panel repeats like a chant: “LOOK MOM I CAN FLY.” Over and over, raw and childlike. It’s triumphant and heartbreaking all at once.
This piece is about sacrifice. About the journey. About making something valuable out of scraps.
"Crescendo (Corleone)" (2022)
Acrylic, Spray Paint, Mixed Media, Oil on Canvas – 40 x 40 – $5,000
This is not a portrait. This is a coronation. My rendition of Al Pacino as Michael Corleone doesn’t just recreate the famous image-it elevates it, dissects it, and resurrects it in my visual language of chaos, power, and sacred contradiction.
Above his head floats a glowing, imperfect halo-holy, but human. It drips like it’s melting from the weight of consequence. This isn’t sainthood. This is power at a cost.
"Lunch at ll Pastaio" (2021)
Acrylic, Mixed Media, Oil, Spray Paint, Krink Pen on Canvas – 40 x 40 – $5,000
Acrylic on canvas, truffle-scented memory baked into every stroke This piece is more than just a meal-it’s a premonition.
At first glance, it’s a group of successful, world-renowned artists seated at a long white table, drowning in wine and laughter, locked in their own glamorous world.
It says: “You may not remember me now-but one day, I’ll be the one sitting at the center of this table.”
"Skull walls" (2025)
Spray Paint on Canvas – 16 x 20 – $500/ $1000 for 3
This is the heartbeat of the show. My signature series—the Savy skulls, each one screaming in color, dripping with attitude, honesty, and a not-so-gentle reminder that time is the only currency we can’t refill.
They’re not about death. They’re about life. About being real down to the bone.
"Monika" (2025)
Spray Paint on Canvas – 16 x 20 – $350/ $1000 for 4
She’s the most famous face on Earth, and somehow, still a complete mystery. That smile? It knows something. Something you don’t.
This is Mona unplugged—no museums, no velvet ropes, no filter. Just her and you, face to face, in rush hour, on the concrete arteries of Seattle.
Mona on the streets is a vibe. A reminder. A provocation.
"Guernica: Rebirth" (2022)
Acrylic, Oil, Spray Paint, Krink Pen on Canvas – 69 x 35 – $9,000
Inspired by Picasso’s Guernica, this isn’t a war painting—it’s a resurrection. A reckoning. A battle between who I was and who I refused to die as.
This is a painting about letting go of destruction, of choosing to live when every part of you wanted to die. It’s not just survival—it’s transformation. I killed the man I was to become the man I am.
"The First Supper" (2023)
Acrylic, Mixed Media, Oil, Spray Paint, Krink Pen on Canvas – 36 x 72 – $9,500
This is my version of The Last Supper—not polished, not pious, but raw, human, and honest.
Inspired by a girl I once dated, a stripper who painted her own version of this biblical scene, this piece is a tribute to the misfits, the outcasts, the so-called sinners.
This piece isn’t about betrayal. It’s about acceptance. Not about who sinned—but about how we all belong at the table.
"Blind Faith" (2022)
Acrylic, Mixed Media, Oil, Spray Paint, Krink Pen on Canvas – 34 x 43 – $8,500
One day, I woke up feeling numb. Ungrateful. Like I’d lost sight—figuratively—of how blessed I really am. So I decided to strip away the very thing I rely on most: my vision.
I blindfolded myself for an entire day. No sight. No shortcuts. Just darkness.
So I did what my soul told me to do—I painted. Completely blind. No sketch, no reference, no colors to guide me. Just muscle memory, intuition, and trust.
This piece is a reminder: gratitude isn’t a luxury. It’s a necessity. And the human spirit? It always finds a way to create—even in the dark.
Pocket Pussy Impressionism Series:
What began as a commission from a client in a jaw-droppingly lavish Los Angeles mansion spiraled into one of the most absurd, poetic, and rebellious experiments of my career. This series is the bastard child of fine art and fuckery—literal impressions made by dipping pocket pussies in piles of acrylic paint and slapping them onto the canvas.
“Blurry Night” (2022) – 48 x 60 – $8,500
“Moaning Lisa” (2022) – 36 x 48 – $6,500
“Pocket Pussies in Monets Garden, Giverny France” (2022) – 36 x 48 – $7,500
Because if art doesn’t make you laugh, gasp, or question everything… what’s the point?