You know when you voice your dreams and hopes and fears? How scary that is? And how tiny and insignificant you feel when it isn’t taken seriously or if you’re told not to go for it?Â
Next year I’m applying to art school, after 5 years at uni to become a teacher, and I’m freaking out. Because, what if I’m not good enough? And why should I get even more debts simply because I’d love to study arts? I don’t have to. I will have a really good profession. And I could do it in my free time. But. I don’t want to. I really want to try - to see how good I can get. To see how far my drawings can spread. Above is an example from one of my latest project - an adult colouring book with Swedish animals and plants.Â
Please send me some courage? My family is doing quite the opposite right now and I just want to be brave, for me..



















