This isn't exactly where I pictured myself, but shit, it feels like me

I did the whole ‘I quit my corporate job to become a full time artist’. Or rather, I got sick from stress in mid-2025, climbed my way back just to have it kick me in the face once more in the spring of 2026. And then my corporate job fired me.

For a full year I told my therapist ‘I think I would like to paint’, then having my stress argue why that would be a waste of resources and btw the world is ending – we can't afford any waste of resources. Lucky for me, therapy helps :)

Painting has been my way back to me, to dreaming about the future and enjoying the moment I'm in.

I'm 32, living in Copenhagen, surrounded by my best friends, dreaming of the colors and tastes of the world, and especially Mexico, which has my heart.

Thank you for visiting my page!