Welcome to my gallery ♥
My art
Watercolor, acrylic and digital – my longing for Sweden on paper. ♥
Collection I · Sweden
Swedish Dreams
Houses in Falu red, lakes in the evening light – painted on my terrace, with a longing for the North in my brush.
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Here you’ll find my favorite pictures – hanging in Swedish dream homes, whether traditional Swedish houses or modern lofts. What matters is the feeling they give us when we look at them. The feeling I had as I sat on my terrace with my brush and palette.
Or the feeling of sitting alone on the couch in the evening, when the kids were already asleep, or with quiet music playing – the tablet in my hand and the Apple Pencil for digital drawing. Different media and styles are part of my art, and I use them depending on my mood. Over time, certain motifs have become tied to a particular drawing style.
































Collection II · Watercolors
Dipped in Color
Colorful watercolors – forests, the sea, animals and a touch of playfulness. Here I simply let the colors flow.



















Collection III · Portraits
Faces on the Screen
Drawn line by line late at night. Some sad, some defiant – all of them a piece of me.















Collection IV · Healing
My Inner Child
The little bunny I hid for so long – here I hold it protectively in my arms.
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For a long time I struggled to embrace my “inner child". During a traumatic flashback from my early childhood, I took the frightened little girl in my arms. Like a little bunny, I always hid – from myself, from the truth, from the terrible memories. I made this bunny my inner child, whom I now hold protectively in my arms in my pictures.






Collection V · Processing
Out of the Dark
Pictures that came about without a plan. Dark, honest – and deeply freeing for me.
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I’ve been painting since I was a little girl. I always had high expectations of myself that I could never meet. A few years ago I started painting more intensely again – and not according to a plan, as I used to – but simply whatever unfolded.
Some of my pictures became very dark, but that didn’t bother me. I always felt that I had a dark side within me that was now finding its expression this way. Since my flashbacks, now that I know what happened to me, I’m amazed at how much the pictures tell of what was done to me. And yet there is something freeing about them for me.


































































