Their eyes are dollar signs. Their dreams are measured in bills. They see only what they want, never what they need, never who they harm. Avarice becomes anatomy. The body curves toward the bag, chasing without end. This piece is a mirror held up to a world that taught us to crave endlessly, to want until we forget why we wanted at all.
This shirt speaks the language of a generation consumed by desire. The stick figures are stripped to their essence-symbols of all of us, reduced, distorted, lost. It can be worn as a warning. Or as an honest confession.
