Eliot Worrell Eliot Worrell

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This is the beginning.

A quiet one.

I have put together a t-shirt and started releasing a small number of prints. I needed something to get things moving, even if I do not know exactly where it is going yet. I know what I want this to be, but I am still working out how to reach the people who might feel it too.

There are those who already show support. For that, I am genuinely grateful. But when it comes to growing this into something that lasts, I feel like I am still learning the language. Marketing, reaching the right audience, finding the balance between sharing and shouting. These are not things I feel naturally drawn to. I often ask myself if social media is the place for what I am trying to do. It feels fast, sharp, full of noise. What I am doing feels slower than that. Softer, maybe. Less concerned with algorithms and more with connection.

Still, I am trying. I want this to work. Not just as a business, but as a place where art becomes a way to process, to reflect, to speak gently to the parts of us that feel unsure. I think my work exists as a reminder. To me first, but maybe also to others. That it is alright not to have it all worked out. That emotions come and go, and that even the unfinished thoughts deserve a place to land.

This blog is part of that landing. It will grow as I grow. Some posts might feel more like journals. Others might just be notes left on the kitchen counter. Either way, this is a house I am slowly building. You are welcome to walk through it at your own pace.

If something here speaks to you, then perhaps we already understand something about each other.

Thanks for stepping in.

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