IT’S NOT COLOR IT’S A PULSE.
MY SOUL BURNS IN YELLOW.

“MY SOUL IS YELLOW” is not a confession—it’s a confrontation with brightness. In the BadAss Planet universe, color is never passive. Yellow isn’t soft, happy, or innocent. It’s manic. It’s radiant rage. The soul here doesn’t whisper peace—it pulses with a violent need to be seen, heard, and misunderstood. This is what happens when light becomes weaponized.

The character in this piece is a contradiction in motion: vulnerable yet armored, expressive yet unreadable.Surrounded by symbols, numbers, phrases, and fragments, the figure becomes both a self-portrait and a warning. “Yellow” becomes the new language of rebellion—neon, loud, unstable. There is no serenity in this hue, only speed and static. You don’t look at this piece; it flashes through you like a fever dream.

On BadAss Planet, souls are never quiet—they radiate in chaos. “MY SOUL IS YELLOW” captures the identity of someone who refuses to tone it down, who dares to glow in the wrong context, at the wrong time, in all the wrong ways. It's not about happiness—it's about heat. A soul too wild to stay white. Too raw to go dark. Too alive to stay still.