In the wake of personal upheaval, I began this post‑assault series as a reclamation of my own sovereignty.
Yellow Mellon places a golden wedge at the center — part fruit, part crown — surrounded by objects of quiet, symbolic power: a pipe, a spool of thread, a glass vessel, and a block stamped MONARCH. These elements are my coded heraldry, a reminder that kingship is not bestowed by media idols or public acclaim, but claimed inwardly and lived daily.
This is the work of a man no longer looking up at false rulers, but standing in his own court.
In the wake of personal upheaval, I began this post‑assault series as a reclamation of my own sovereignty.
Yellow Mellon places a golden wedge at the center — part fruit, part crown — surrounded by objects of quiet, symbolic power: a pipe, a spool of thread, a glass vessel, and a block stamped MONARCH. These elements are my coded heraldry, a reminder that kingship is not bestowed by media idols or public acclaim, but claimed inwardly and lived daily.
This is the work of a man no longer looking up at false rulers, but standing in his own court.
