Brushed captures friction — the marks left when something is dragged across your life and doesn’t apologize for the scars it leaves behind. No smooth surfaces. No clean aesthetic. Just chaotic strokes crossing the fabric like someone tried to erase themselves and failed.
The graphic feels like a violent brush drag: raw, uneven, streaked with pressure. Lines overlap, collide, and cut through each other, creating a pattern that’s not a pattern at all — more like an emotional collision frozen mid-motion.
This tee embodies the beauty of being scraped, reshaped, and still wearing your crown up.
For those who carry their scars like direction, not damage.
