FML (Fuck My Life): The Red Series — by Creative Rob

FML—fuck my life—is said the way people say it when they laugh so they don’t break. It’s dark, it’s funny, it’s true.

These paintings are filled with characters who look like life has already had its way with them. They’re beat up, dirty, unlucky. Shit keeps happening to them, over and over, and somehow they’re still here. Still standing. Still moving.

Some of them open up. Inside their mouths are human faces looking out—not trapped, not screaming, just watching. It’s not a prison. It’s a point of view. Like we’re seeing the world from inside the body, from behind the damage, from somewhere deeper than skin.

Their bodies are translucent, unfinished, like they’re made of layers instead of flesh. Inside are other spaces, other worlds—memories, thoughts, things that don’t have words. You don’t see everything at once. You’re not supposed to.

They’re tired. They’re worn thin. But they don’t quit.
This work lives in that space between humor and exhaustion, between surviving and becoming something else.
It’s messy. It’s human. It keeps going.