Letters That Bleed Personality

Typography, for me, is not decoration — it’s identity. Every curve, every distortion, every raw cut of my letters is born from the same energy that fuels my paintings. My typography is rebellious, messy, and deliberate: a visual scream that refuses to fit into grids or rules. It’s not Helvetica — it’s chaos with a purpose.

Words as Visual Weapons

In Badass Planet, words are not passive carriers of meaning. They are weapons, slogans, scars. My typography distorts familiar language until it becomes a symbol of resistance. Each phrase — “I Am Nobody,” “%100 Bitch,” “Own the Street” — is handwritten in a way that makes it impossible to ignore. The words themselves become characters, loud and unapologetic, as much a part of my universe as the figures on canvas.

Between Street and Gallery

I see typography as the bridge between street art’s immediacy and fine art’s permanence. What begins as a rebellious scribble on a wall transforms into an eternal manifesto on canvas. My typography doesn’t just complement my artworks — it’s a part of their DNA. On Badass Planet, type is not background. It’s front and center, shouting the opposite of Earth’s values in letters that carry their own distorted beauty.