HELLO 911 IS CHAOS,
PAINTED LOUD
AND LOVING IT.

“HELLO 911, I’M ON FIRE” isn’t a cry for help—it’s a flex. This piece burns with the manic chaos of emotional overload, a visual emergency where vulnerability and ego battle for dominance. The dinosaur-like figure devours the canvas, becoming a metaphor for our primal instincts in a digital jungle.

Everything screams—colors, codes, cries. “Addicted to all the bad,” “Eat love pray,” “You smell like a strawberry.” These fractured texts don’t seek coherence; they spark a nervous laugh, then a moment of recognition. It’s the language of a generation in love with its own mess.

This isn’t about control—it’s combustion. Emotions are stylized, aestheticized, and weaponized. “HELLO 911” becomes the anthem of every person who glamorizes their downfall and makes art from their emotional collapse. In Badass Planet, even breakdowns get neon lighting.