On unguarded moments, the sun tickles the dark shadows of winter. Just playful and gentle. Just enough to get the earth ready for spring. Days are already warmer and a...
North is to me what west must have been for Jack Kerouac. Pulled back and forth. Attracted and rejected. The compass turns and turns, but will always point out the...
Do you know that irresistible itchy feeling where you just have to pack some stuff and go? There are still so many things that we want to explore, but this...
Winter in Sweden is without any doubt magical with snow and golden rays of sunlight gently touching the earth. But the days are also short. Leaving less time for painting...
Paper, pencils, paint.
Colors and brushes and the smell of wandering inspiration.
If only I would find the gold at the end of the rainbow :-)
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For years I've been chasing the northern lights. It was my number one on my bucket list. Hours I've spent outside staring into the darkness or in a car, trying...