Under the Influence (Paparazzi Orgy)

2025

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

36 x 48

$6500  

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. Their heads are cameras. Their eyes are shuttered. They don’t see you, they just shoot. And they’re all tangled in one big, sticky mass of limbs and lenses like some Lovecraftian tabloid monster.

Look closely-every dangling, cartoonish penis is paired with blue balls. Literal ones. Because these clowns never actually get what they want. No satisfaction. No real intimacy. Just click, click, click, oh I’m cumming!— chasing dopamine through a zoom lens. They’re horny for fame, addicted to your pain, and totally incapable of connection. It’s tragic and fucking hilarious.

You, the viewer, are the target. The subject. The one they’re all rabidly obsessed with. They’ve turned your existence into their fetish. And even in their twisted orgy, their attention never leaves you.

It’s disgusting.

It’s invasive.

It’s kind of beautiful.

If they’re obsessed with you, you must be doing something right… If your glow turns them into a frenzy of madness and misplaced lust, then let them spiral. Let them lose their shit trying to get a piece of your light. Let them keep their blue balls.

You? Keep your peace