Sarcasm never looked this seductive.
Read My Lips Pinkishshsh isn’t just a statement — it’s a smirk, a wink, a glittering middle finger dressed in cactus petals. Loud lips dominate the canvas in unapologetic neon pinks and purples, demanding to be noticed.
Below, a spiky hand reaches up, blooming with the same floral rebellion, daring anyone to misunderstand.
This piece isn’t about silence. It’s about making noise in your own language, even if it’s spoken through thorns and velvet.