Yes! I Stole My Mother’s F*ckin Art

Yes. I stole my mother’s f*ckin art.
From her walls—where brilliance lived quietly for decades.

These works weren’t made for trends. They were lived with, not marketed. This collection exists so legacy doesn’t sit in silence.

I did steal her art—but all profits from this work go directly to the lady herself: my mother.
The story of the heist lives in the descriptions of each piece.

What you’re seeing is preservation, not theft.
Family history—shared on our terms.