Medium: Acrylic and markers on canvas
Dimensions: 40 in x 40 in (101.6 cm x 101.6 cm)
Completion Date: 2025
Frame: Included – ready-to-hang display
Certificate of Authenticity: Included

This original artwork is a one-of-a-kind piece, created with high-quality acrylics and markers to ensure vibrancy and longevity. The composition is rich with intricate details, bold colours, and expressive line work, reflecting a distinct fusion of contemporary and cultural influences.

Each stroke is intentional, capturing themes that challenge perspectives and evoke deep emotion.

The artwork comes professionally framed, enhancing its presentation and ensuring a seamless, ready-to-hang experience. As an original, this piece holds unique value, making it a collectible addition to any art collection.

Your purchase includes a signed Certificate of Authenticity, verifying the originality and provenance of the work.

Shipping and handling details:

• Metro Melbourne: FREE

• Rural Melbourne: To be quoted after purchase and paid prior to delivery. Any queries reach out via email or Instagram and I can provide a quote prior to purchase.

• Interstate/International: Freight will be quoted separately and charged prior to delivery. To be quoted after purchase and paid prior to delivery. Any queries reach out via email or Instagram and I can provide a quote prior to purchase.

Delivery: Expected roughly 2 months from date of purchase

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My earliest memory of a series being binge-watched was Sa Piling Mo 🇵🇭. The women in my family seemed to go crazy over this drama-filled show. The way they gossiped about each other, I swore they either learned it from the show or were training to be cast in the next season.

Now that I’m older, I’ve realised the tables have turned—and it’s the men that must want to be cast, the way they act like bitches.

All these so-called men love to be on the safe side when this topic comes up, but that’s a damn lie. So let me break this shit down—I’m talking about ya’ll who:

* Refer to your girl as your “Boss.” Some of y’all even go so far as to have her contact saved as “BOSS ❤️🔒”

* Have kids but aren’t in their lives—or aren’t actively doing the work to be. I can’t believe I have a niece I know nothing about… I thought that was my older brother who I grew up with. Turns out, it was just a bitch.

* Are broke, living paycheck to paycheck, no clue how to use money, and no goals in motion—relying on their girlfriend to pay for their shit.

* And these damn Peter Pans at the club (Q Room), cheating on their girlfriends, masking their weaknesses behind a bikie jacket, posting up like they’re professional fighters.

No surprise women consider turning lesbian. But there ain’t no pass for them either—the way y’all keep wifing these types of men without checking them makes me sick to my stomach.

But back to these so-called men—how are we supposed to create wealth and heal if you’re stuck in your feminine?

Shit, I’m pissed off. I usually don’t bring this energy into my art, but I guess it’s just a reflection of myself and who I surround myself with. I gotta make a change.

Supporters from my last drop told me they’d hang my prints in their kids’ rooms. Never thought I’d hear that—what a blessing. Shit, if I were to hang this one in my future daughter’s room, it’d be a reminder to stay away from these dropkicks at all costs.