What if Mona Lisa shared a wall with graffiti and Deadpool?
That’s where this piece begins in the collision of legacy and irreverence.
A Minion stares with absurd confidence. Spider-Man sulks like an antihero without purpose. And Deadpool? He’s both critic and clown, fully aware of the stage he’s on.
I composed this like a traditional salon painting but rewired it through my generation’s lens. This is the art history I actually grew up with. Not filtered through museums, but memes, misfits, and murals.
It’s not parody. It’s placement.
Because maybe the canon always had room, we just had to crash the party.