WHO AM I?

Honestly, I’m not entirely sure.

But what I do know is that in a world that keeps spinning faster, digitalizing, buzzing, sometimes messing with my mind, I need to create things. With my hands. With my heart. With my head.

About 15 years ago, I had a small exhibition in Gothenburg. Nothing grand, nothing fancy, but I was in a creative flow, painting, drawing, creating. And I miss that time deeply.

Since then, life has filled up beautifully with work, family, kids, everything that truly matters. Yet somewhere along the way, art and creativity quietly slipped into the background.

For me, that’s been a quiet kind of grief.

It’s easy to justify a football game in the family calendar. It’s an appointment. People are counting on you. But creativity rarely gets the same weight. You can’t just book inspiration at 7 PM and expect a masterpiece, especially when everyone needs you at once.

Lately, though, it’s caught up with me. That longing. The need to express myself, to do something that’s mine. So I’ve started again. Writing. Drawing. Painting. Knitting scarves that never get finished.

Creating.

My little bubble, the one that keeps me grounded, re-energized, and a better version of myself in the world outside of it. The circle feels like it’s slowly closing somehow. The former me is finding her way back.

I don’t really have a plan or greater purpose with my art. I just know I need to keep it alive, because it keeps me alive too.

If what I create connects with someone else, opens a door, sparks a thought, or makes someone feel something, that’s a gift.

For now, I’m simply here.

MOTIVES, STYLES & TECHNIQUES

I don’t really have a style. Or a technique.

Labels like that make me itch a little. Maybe that’s unprofessional, I don’t know. But I’m not here to be ultra-professional. Especially not when it comes to the things I do for the love of it.

I draw and paint with acrylics, charcoal, ink, graphite, my kids’ markers, expensive paint, cheap paint, glitter glue, whatever feels right at the time. On thick paper, thin paper, canvas, or whatever surface happens to be within reach.

My subjects often come from things I personally find beautiful, odd, or intriguing. I have an absolute, and sometimes very dark, mind. But also a bright, colorful one. I guess I’m a mix of both extremes; ambivert, up and down, high and low. That duality shows in everything I do, including what I create. I make what I feel, what I think, what’s inside me. Sometimes it’s heavy, gloomy, strange. Other times it’s full of color and light. It’s a journey, always shifting, always evolving.

Because I’m scattered. And I like it that way.