no.1

Opening the door

I have put together a t-shirt and started sharing a small number of prints. I needed to begin somehow, even if I am still figuring out where it might lead. There is a clear picture in my mind of what this could become, but reaching the people who might feel the same is something I am still learning.

Some have already shown support, and I do not take that lightly. It means something to know that people are willing to walk alongside you while things are still taking shape. But growing this into something long-lasting asks for more than just making the work. It asks to be seen. And that part feels less natural to me.

I am not always sure how to share what I am doing in a way that feels honest. Social media often moves too quickly for the kind of space I am trying to build. It feels like shouting across a noisy room, when all I want to do is leave something on the table and let people notice it in their own time.

Still, I am here. I am learning. I want this to be a place for reflection, for making sense of things. Not just for me, but maybe for others too. I think that is what art can do. It can remind us we are not the only ones trying to work things out. It does not need to have answers. Sometimes it is enough just to say, I felt this too.

This blog is one small part of that offering. It will grow over time, as I do. Some entries might feel more personal. Others might just be small notes that I needed to write down. Either way, this is a quiet space I am building. You are welcome to step inside whenever it feels right.

Thanks for being here.

Song of my week:

Don't Fuck Me Over

by Polish Club