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. A punchline and a protest wrapped in one.

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.

The frame, chaotic and colorful, is a canvas in itself-painted by accident, framed by intention. It’s not elegant. It’s not curated. It’s just raw and real. Probably made it when I was high. It’s what happens when art escapes the white wall and gets its hands dirty.

And the flip-flop?

It’s designer, yes-but it’s destroyed. It’s been through it. I painted so many fucking pieces in those things. It tells a story of work, of hustle, of dragging beauty out of chaos. It’s not worn for clout. It’s worn because I was creating something better.

This isn’t just commentary on consumerism-it’s a self-aware masterpiece that asks:

What do we really value in art? The object?

The brand? The story? The price? Maybe it even matches the pillows in the sitting room..