A Life Through Colour

I grew up spending summers in the forests of Småland, Sweden – surrounded by silence, pine trees, and the glowing heat of nearby glassworks. My grandfather was a glass cutter. I didn’t know it then, but his work left a lasting imprint on how I see the world.
At the age of four, I lost my father. In the years that followed, I found solace in colours – their emotional depth, their power to express what words cannot.
Painting became my safe place. A way to process, explore, and eventually share. Today, it’s still all of those things.
I live and work in a house where art is part of daily life. I paint in light-filled rooms, surrounded by a lush garden. I open my home to others, both through my art and through two guest spaces. My hope is always the same – that those who come here leave feeling a little more inspired, and hopefully with a colorful memory. 

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