Before the words got elegant. Before the rebellion wore polish. There was this.
B.C.F.U.—blasted in brutalist geometry. Not as branding. But as signal.
The Original Refusal is the primal glyph—the ancestor of your art’s defiance. It doesn’t explain itself. It commands. The background burns with joy and disorder. Hot pinks. Yellow flares. The residue of a life unwilling to be neat.
This is not a recent piece. It’s an origin wound made visual. A piece that didn’t wait for permission. A flare shot from the early days of becoming.
