For as long as I can remember my closest companion was longing. A strong and wordless longing. Being creative is my way of exploring where it can take me.
Bringing in a bunch of fresh flowers to replace the faded ones with, choosing the perfect fabric and pattern to create and sew exactly the dress that I want. Getting a new friend while reading a book, secrets, trusts and friendship. Loosing myself in music and movies, singing, playing the piano.
These are all ways for me to get closer in my searching. I find something. Like that time on the shore when I was a child and I found a perfect polished turquoise shard of glass among all the brown ones. And took it in my hand. I search for treasures.
One way for me to express myself is by taking photographs. When I take photographs I reach my inner child, the little girl I once was. I’m holding her hand again and I’m looking through her eyes. While taking photographs I’m floating, totally present in time. Through my camera I can turn an abstract feeling to a concrete picture and it’s like stopping time.
When light and shadow meet I can see a magical and timeless calm in which the content of life is written. In my pictures I’m looking for just that. Light and shadow, the beauty of life.
I believe that life’s beauty rests in the silky softness of a petal. The fragile and the strong growing on the same branch. When light passes through a crack in a glass bowl thousands of prisms fills the air, the beauty in the incomplete.
For sometime now I live in the city where I grew up, on the plot of my childhood outside Jönköping, Sweden. Me and my family moved here, built ourselves a house and I’m now walking the same paths as when I was a child. It’s the same gnarled trees giving us shadow and the magic still remains in the light here.
Many of my photographs are from the surroundings where I live. The arrangements I create are mostly made of flowers that are grown in my own garden or the garden of my mother.