Narcos & Pineapples

2025

Acrylic, Oil, Spray Paint, Krink Pen on canvas (feat. real wood)

36 x 48

$5000

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, standing coolly with his son outside the White House while the whole world had a bounty on his head. Pure audacity. Pure ego. Pure power.

Just to his right, the black Rx bleeds into the scene like a doctor’s signature at the bottom of a felony. This isn’t just about drugs-it’s about prescription-level seduction. It’s about how power, addiction, and capitalism all mingle on the same street corner.

The pink-headed figures? The buyers. The fiends. The partygoers who smile too wide and leave too fast. These are the people who keep the chaos profitable. Eyes empty. Teeth gritted. Neon glasses on like they’re in denial of what they just bought. You’ve seen them. Maybe you were them. The house party always has a few.

Smack in the middle: a literal piece of wood— like a drug shipment plank smuggled in and slapped across the canvas. Why is it there? No one knows. That’s the point. Like the narcotics trade itself, it doesn’t need to make sense to be dangerous or lucrative. It says NARCOS like a warning label and a brand name in one.

The title? A double entendre. Pineapples can mean drugs. Or wealth. Or both. Bursting in bright yellow at the bottom, they sit like luxury fruit served on a platter of vice. There’s even a face in the orange, watching you. Maybe Escobar himself. Maybe you.

Cigarettes trail off the bottom right like the aftermath of a night no one will remember correctly. The whole piece is a time capsule of madness-drug lords, empty buyers, power plays, and party culture smashed together in one glorious visual overdose.

This is one of those paintings that feels like it’s still high.

Cool story bro, can I have my rolled up $20 back?