'Riot Sermon' T-Shirt

Another visual tantrum. "ART REBELLION" scrawled like a pissed-off teenager keyed it into the world. Half scratched out, half screaming. It doesn’t want to be a painting. It wants to break windows. Words like RIOT, NOISE, CREATE, UNSEEN float around like they forgot what they were protesting—but they're still yelling. Fonts clash, colors argue, nothing's polite. There’s a cracked skull on the left labeled KNOWLEDGE... because of course it is... and a melting gold crown drooling like the system it mocks. A skeletal hand clutches a brush like it remembers when art meant revolt, not algorithms. Diagrams of ribs and guts cut through the noise. You don’t need to read them. You already know how it feels. Right side? Marching nobodies with their eyes hollowed out. Some got names. Most just got erased. A few notes in the background for rhythm, because even revolutions tap their foot. Background’s a warzone of neon filth; turquoise, magenta, dried blood, ash. Layers fought over space until someone gave up and left it all there.