Disruptive Grace: When Art Screams, “Hell Yes”

Why I Create With Cheetos, Pearls, Blood & Graphite—And Why You Can Too

There is a myth in the art world:
That art must come from the approved aisle at the supply store.
That creativity is polite. Predictable. Pretty.
That “serious artists” only work in oil.
That a baby blanket must be sewn with soft cotton—not with syringes and sorrow.

I was never here for that.

I made a four-foot portrait of Donald Trump out of Cheetos.

Because sometimes, satire is more searing than silence.
Because orange dust can scream louder than oil paint.
Because a culture that consumes spectacle should be forced to snack on it.

I stitched 27 baby blankets with blood, pearls, and pain.

Delicate as grief.
Intimate as infertility.
Made from alcohol swabs, syringes, surgical gauze—materials no baby should ever know.

I transformed devastation into tenderness.
Because I believe anything can become art—if the intention is true and the spirit is fierce.

Graphite on drying acrylic? Yes. Because it felt like a “hell yes.”

Not because it matched the décor.
Not because a curator whispered "safe bet."
But because the canvas called for it—and I knew better than to second-guess instinct.

Art Is Not Made. Art Is Allowed.

If you are an artist, let me say this clearly:

You do not need permission.
You need truth.
You need to follow the “hell yes” inside you.

That is your medium. That is your muse.

I create not to please. I create to pierce.
To awaken. To confront. To offer something eternal.

Whether it’s Cheetos or pearls, graphite or blood—
It is all sacred if it comes from the realest place within you.

For Collectors, Collaborators & Co-Conspirators

If this truth speaks to you—if you understand that fine art is not about rules but resonance—then I invite you to step into my world.

🖼️ Become a collector.
📩 Inquire about my large-scale works.
🎟️ Book a private studio showing or exclusive luxury retreat.
💎 Partner with me on immersive brand collaborations that redefine art.

Let’s disrupt beauty together.

—Robbi Firestone