Our brightest shirt to date. After battle, splintered weapons occasionally fall in curious patterns.
 
This design was actually conceived back in 2017. I spent a summer in Seattle to work at Swedish Hospital on the neuroepilepsy floor. In between shifts I would doodle designs for an imaginary merchandise collection that would eventually to take a very different turn. I'd fathom every instrument of war I possibly could then draw it smashed to pieces across a blank page. The sister always thought it would read on a shirt but I never came around until recently.  I suppose the seed of broken weapons remained loged somewhere in the cranium.