The Unicorn Punch is survival art with a bite.

Hi, I’m Cris Coloni—artist, mom, wife, and someone who’s carried as much grief as glitter, and still loves unicorns.

The Unicorn is my mascot: the creature that punches life’s cruel nonsense on the chin, then goes dancing.

This brand was born from survival. Years ago, I clung to a piece of street art: a stolen stop sign covered in words like abuse, rape, hunger, AIDS. I held it as proof that I wasn’t invisible—that someone else had named the pain many of us carry. That stop sign got me through.

Eventually, I didn’t need to hold it anymore. I had painted, screamed, and poured enough color into canvases that grief and shame stopped drowning me. Art became my exorcism. It gave me space to be more than just my pain.

Now I create The Unicorn Punch to offer the same to others: a place to put what’s too heavy to carry alone. I’m not a therapist—I’m an artist who knows what it means to claw your way out of the dark. My work gives you something to hold, a reminder that survival is messy, but it’s also proof of life.

The Unicorn Punch exists so you can see your truth reflected in art—and claim a new reality for yourself.