ONCE A CARTOON
NOW A CAGED SCREAM İN COLOR.
CUTE WENT BADASS, PERMANENTLY.

“MICKEY BAR!” is a riot of nostalgia gone feral. What was once cute has turned chaotic; Mickey and Tweety are no longer mascots of innocence—they’re gangsters, rebels, prisoners, survivors. Trapped behind bars, screaming “Leave me alone motherfucker,” this is not a cartoon—it’s a breakdown in bright colors and broken lines. Here, the bar isn’t a drink—it’s a cage.

The artwork twists pop culture into dark comedy. “I used to be cute, now I’m 100% badass,” says the cracked identity. Everything is branded, barked, and bastardized—cocktails, karma, trust, and cats. There’s no soft ending. Just crossed-out promises and neon-red threats. This is Disney after dark, where Mickey’s been replaced by a mirror, and that mirror is screaming back at you.

This is not fan art—it’s anti-fairytale. “MICKEY BAR!” tears down the illusion of playfulness and paints over it with trauma, rebellion, and satire. On this wall, nothing is sacred—not even childhood. And that’s exactly what makes it brilliant.