I’m the rebel with a brush and a smirk—art is my weapon, and the world’s my canvas. 🎨 I don’t do pretty; I do raw, messy, and alive. Whether I’m painting, lifting weights, or flipping off expectations, I keep it real. Kindness is my secret strength, but cross me—and you’ll taste my sharp tongue. Let’s create chaos with meaning, or don’t bother. PS: Sugar-coating? Not my style.
Fresh paint smudges on my jeans. Gym sessions that hurt so good. Unfiltered convos at 3AM. People who own their weirdness. Sketching strangers on the subway. The burn after a deadlift. Stretching rules (and muscles). Dark humor. When art feels like a middle finger to "normal."
Turns Off
Fake niceties. Being told to "tone it down." Basic aesthetics. Lazy vibes. Vanilla personalities. When "sporty" means no fries allowed. Art snobs who take themselves too seriously. Passive-aggressive BS. And anyone who thinks kindness = weakness. (Spoiler: It’s not.)
