Fernando.

Once, Fernando forged a horseshoe shaped like a half moon for someone he loved. It cost him a week of sleepless nights, and he never gave it to her: he kept it, and it's still there. The affection he knew how to put into the iron never found a way to say itself out loud. It's not t-shirt sadness; it's something you understand well once you start noticing that sometimes what you feel comes out in what you do before it ever comes out in what you say.

What the t-shirt puts on your chest is the face: a calm bull, looking straight ahead, in his usual clothes. I created him clean with no background: it reads at a glance and holds up to washing like any garment that gets a lot of use. It works well for class or for going out, nothing flashy. For someone who's starting to figure out who they are, a bull who doesn't copy anyone and does things his own way is good company. His whole story is in Fernando's life.