A deep green base holds a bull mid-motion, sketched in aggressive, brush-heavy strokes that feel almost unfinished on purpose. The lines are rough, dragged, imperfect — like power that doesn’t bother cleaning itself up. There’s tension in the posture, weight in the shoulders, and intent in every streak of black.

The artwork feels alive, like it was painted in one breath and never corrected.
This tee is about force without noise. Strength without explanation.

You don’t wear it to be loud.
You wear it because you already are.