We donate 5% of the price of every tee shirt we sell.
Justin and I needed a change of pace, a chance to work with our hands. Late nights pulling prints in the stillness of that tired grey barn, filled with dusty boxes of old National Geographics and rusted tools, were the therapy we needed. Practicing to get just the right touch for a crisp image, just the right mix of inks for a slightly washed out finish. Washing out screens in the light of the moon, watching the colors run and swirl and drift away, hours of labor disappearing down the drain.