[You pay for art. You dress a genius]
I am type I bipolar, clinically — permanent crisis. And I decided to sell my vision for $999.99 until I turn breakdowns into nine digits.
It’s ego turned into. It’s scar tissue, stylized.
You’re about to buy a piece for $999.99.
Not because it’s “pretty.” Not because it’s “trendy.” But because it was created by me. While you waste your days trying to be “balanced” I channel my madness into wearable. I am the. The piece is just the aftermath. You’re going to buy it because you know you need to be part of something greater. You’re about to fund a Brazilian boy with the DNA of a assassin.
Included in the $999.99 are the following embedded acquisition values:
I. Stelling © – The original manifesto of creative inviolability.
When you wear it, you represent;
II. Brand Damage – Your attempt to ignore will be ignored;
III. Mental Health Damage – The price of my instability is stitched into the piece. You wear instability like a crown;
IV. Reputation Damage – Yours, if you’re not worthy of what you’re carrying;
V. Philanthropy Damage – There is no charity in art. There is pain, charged in visual installments;
VI. Emotional Abuse Damage – Every piece represents a breakdown. And I charge high for my breakdowns;
VII. Blackmail Damage – I was never the victim;
VIII. Intellectual Property Damage – If you think you can steal what I create.
