This one’s called S**Mouth, and it’s rooted in friendship, foul language, and the kind of loyalty that doesn’t flinch when life gets messy.

I made this piece for my good friend Brandon — someone I’ve known for years and who’s stuck around through some of the darkest and weirdest chapters of my life. He’s one of those rare people who says the wildest sh*t, but somehow, it always lands in the most loving way. He’s sharp, hilarious, brutally honest, and has this absolutely artful way of stringing together profanity that feels like poetry with a punch.

The name comes straight from him — a phrase he dropped mid-rant that made me double over laughing. And I thought: that’s it. That’s going on a shirt.

This also marks the first time I used a version of a little anime-style face I used to draw all the time when I was bored or zoning out. It felt like the perfect nod to our shared love for animation, chaotic characters, and late-night TV marathons.

It’s raw. It’s funny. It’s a little offbeat.
And it’s a love letter to the people who never sugarcoat the truth — but never stop showing up, either.
Brandon’s been that for me.

This one’s for him.
And for every mouth that’s ever spit the truth, no matter how messy.