Every Symbol Is a Weapon

On Badass Planet, symbols are never decorative. They are sharp, coded weapons that carry layered meanings. A penis isn’t just anatomy — it’s a challenge to power, masculinity, and shame. A scar is not a flaw — it’s a medal of survival. My symbols are chosen not to please but to provoke, forcing the viewer to confront the values they thought were unshakable.

Crowns, Scars, and the Mark of 13

The crown appears again and again in my works — sometimes on a king, sometimes on a bitch. Because in Badass Planet, royalty belongs to those society silences. The scar slices across faces and bodies, transforming pain into beauty, weakness into strength. And my signature? It looks like a “B,” but it’s really the number 13 — my date of birth, my code, my rebellion stamped into the work itself. Every stroke ties personal mythology to universal defiance.

Shoes, Flesh, and Numbers

Shoes, in my universe, are more than fashion — they are the tracks of identity. Sneakers, heels, boots — they carry culture, rebellion, and class, always hinting at where the character has walked. Numbers infiltrate my canvases like secret codes, connected to the people who’ve shaped me. Together, they weave Loyalty, Royalty, but Freedom — the axis on which my world spins.