A pair of red and violet lips, open, with the inside of the mouth replaced entirely by deep space — a ringed planet, spiral galaxies, stars and nebula between the teeth.
It is painted in dense saturated colour, glossy and high contrast, with no text.
It belongs to the psychedelic corner of the catalogue: an image with no explanation and no punchline, built to be looked at rather than read.
For festivals, for the poster-on-the-wall crowd, and for anyone who wants their shirt to be a piece of surrealism rather than a sentence.
