Bronson’s studio space in Brooklyn is fittingly multi-purpose. “It’s a music studio, yoga studio, women’s mental health establishment—it’s used for many things, because my lady uses it as well,” he said. “There’s all kinds of good vibes that go through there…all the things I need to get me going.” That includes the healing fragrance of palo santo, good music, “some sort of cheese in the fridge,” natural wines, and weed.
The space is also filled with more paintings than Bronson knows what to do with. “It’s shocked me that so much came out in such a short time,” he offered. Right now, the work is only leaving the studio through sales to private collectors and occasional “trades with the homies,” but Bronson said a gallery show, one day, is not out of the question. To exhibit the work, he said, would be “a mind fuck.”
But Bronson’s turn to painting is not all roses. Even with tens of thousands of likes on each Instagram or Twitter post, there are “a lot of haters.” People have been quick to attribute positive reactions to Bronson’s paintings to the fame he’s earned through his other talents. “Honestly, I think people would love to tell me ‘that shit is garbage’ and ‘stick to rapping,’ but people are genuinely taken by it.”
He pauses before referring back to the shyness he feels about putting this new creative pursuit out into the world. “I just put it out there and I appreciate the love,” Bronson said. “It’s good if it gives other people the drive that they could do shit like this, too.”