You don’t need another method. You need something that’s real.

You’ve tried things. Courses. Teachers. Routines. Maybe even silence. But still, something stays untouched — like a voice inside you that won’t speak, or a part of your body that’s never been fully seen.

You don’t need another map. You need a mirror. You need a place where what’s been hiding can finally come out into the light — without being fixed, diagnosed, or made smaller.

I don’t promise answers. I promise presence. I don’t offer systems. I offer something alive.

The kind of aliveness that shows up when you pick up a brush in the middle of grief. When you write instead of running. When you move because sitting still would mean dying slowly.

✺ This is how I stay alive,
No system ever saved me, no guru, no perfect morning routine, what saved me was a piece of paper, a color, a moment when I said: fuck it — I’m painting anyway, I paint when I break, I write when I’m lost, I move when I can’t sit still, I dance, I follow what shows up even when it makes no sense — especially then, I don’t teach, but I show you how to stay alive through it.

I’m an artist and life long seeker, I share the truth of my journey — the scars , the daily practice of painting that keeps me alive. What I do — it changes people because I’ve walked through it, and created a way.
My method, The Weaving, emerged organically as a practice of weaving reality from intuition symbols, colors, and synchronicities. It is not merely artistic expression—it is a profound inner journey, helping individuals reclaim their inherent wholeness, authenticity, and power.

My practice is not static. It evolves as I do. Each project, each offering, each piece is a thread in a larger weaving. A weaving that is still in motion. A weaving that has no final form.


⟡ Weaving - The Portal ⟡
Each point is a doorway. Choose the one that calls you.

🌿 OutView

What breathes through my work, my voice, and the way I move through the world.
If you’ve forgotten what it means to move by instinct — this is where it begins.
→ [Read more]

🌀 Work with Me

Dreams, shadow work, Jung, voice, body, image — and the places that ache for truth.
This space isn’t about fixing — it’s about remembering what never broke.
→ [Book a session] [Read more]

🜂 30-Day Process

Something shifts when you show up every day — the image comes back, and so do you.
→ [Enter the Process]

✍︎ Read Me

Letters from the road. Fire, grief, tenderness, clarity.
When you need words that don’t simplify, but speak with you.
→ [Go to Substack]

🎧 Listen to Me

Unpolished recordings. Dreams. Face. Shadow.
Sometimes we just need to hear something real.
→ [Go to Podcast / YouTube]

🜁 Travel with Me

Temples. Tides. Lands that remember more than we do.
Some journeys happen on the outside. Some rearrange you inside.
→ [Upcoming Journeys]

✹ Learn with Me

Ritual, painting, intuitive process — grounded in experience.
These aren’t courses. They are keys to the language your soul already speaks.
→ [See Courses]

🕊 Face Memory

The face holds stories the mouth never said.
What if the part of you you’ve been hiding... is the one that’s asking to be seen?
→ [Explore Face Memory]

🌍 Earth Healing

Rituals with the land. Listening through breath, soil, moonlight.
This is where we remember that healing doesn’t rush.
→ [Earth Healing Thread]

🎴 The TARA Oracle

Painted through fire, silence, devotion.
The cards are not a tool. They are a mirror. A threshold. A return.
→ [Explore the Deck]

✦ Support the Path

Art for adoption. Energy exchange. Shared intention.
If this path moved something in you — here’s where you can move with it.
→ [See Art or Donate]

🕸 The Threads

Substack / Courses / Book-in-the-making / Artist Journal
If you’re not sure where to start — follow the thread that pulls you.
→ [See All Threads]

🛕 The Joglo

My studio, my altar, my house that listens.
This space holds the work before it becomes yours.
→ [About the Space]


✦ The Whole Story
(for the ones who want to feel the roots)

If you want to know me, here it is. Not polished. Not finished.
I walk with art, dreams, symbols, skin, color, shadow, and light, my life and work are shaped by what calls me, not by a fixed idea, but by a rhythm that emerges through presence and experience, I follow what moves me, what breaks through, what interrupts, what asks to be seen, and maybe — maybe that’s also what brought you here.

I work with the Earth in subtle ways. Sometimes through ritual under the moon or in gardens. Sometimes through rhythm, breath, or silence. This work is intuitive, grounded, and often quiet — but always present. You are welcome to sit with me in that space, if it speaks to you.

I offer a 30-day process rooted in shadow work, dreams, drawing, and visual exploration using A.I. This is not a program — it is a space where we meet the inner voice that resists, hides, or longs for expression. Through gentle repetition and creative practice, something begins to shift. The voice that once blocked begins to speak.

My life has followed synchronicity more than structure. I left Sweden with one suitcase and no plan. That was over a year and a half ago. Since then, I have followed invitations — from people, from places, from something deeper I cannot always name. I listen to what shows itself, when it’s ready.

Temples are part of my path, but not because I seek them. They call me. Each visit offers something unexpected — an inner opening, a silence that rearranges, a sense of home I did not anticipate. These experiences shape how I create and how I hold space for others.

My body carries memory. My skin remembers what my words cannot always say. There are visible stories etched into my face, my hair, my hands — they are part of the way I work. I do not separate the personal from the creative. Everything I have walked through informs what I now offer.

Some of my work lives in words — in letters I write on Substack. Some lives in moving images — on YouTube, where I share fragments of process and personal exploration. These are not polished presentations. They are alive documents of a life being lived and witnessed in real time.

Some of the paintings and pieces I create are not meant to stay with me. They seem to know where they belong. If something in them speaks to you — I trust that.

There is a book forming — or perhaps a podcast. I don’t know its final shape, but I know it has already begun. It is speaking to me through fragments, through fire, through the quiet clarity that comes before the structure. This is where the inside becomes undeniable. Where the hidden is no longer willing to hide. I don't know where it leads yet — but it begins here.

And then one day — the Tara Cards were done. Not finished. Done. Painted. Held. Breathed into to be shared. Each of them came through a season I didn’t plan. Some arrived in a flash, like a prayer, some came after silence so long I forgot what I was waiting for. But each of them changed me — before they touched paper. Om Tare Tuttare Ture Svaha. Now they’re here. And maybe they are for you.

The courses I offer — from intuitive painting to ritual processes — are all grounded in lived experience. I do not share from what I have studied. I share from what I have walked through. Each course is a way to reconnect to your own language — visual, intuitive, embodied.

I live in a beautiful Javanese joglo house in Bali. It is surrounded by frogs, machines, incense, stillness, and sudden art making. People come. Animals come. It is a space that holds and releases. But I am a nomad, and the temple moves with me.

Once I asked the Universe who I was meant to work with. A few days later, a man I had never met sat beside me in a café. I didn’t yet understand what was beginning — but everything had already started.

There are places that remember my body before I arrive. Lombok and Gili are among them. The sea teaches. The dawn sings. That water holds something I can’t explain. I will go to India — for my face, for the spirit that still wants to walk. If you want to be part of that journey — you already are. Your presence is enough. And if you feel moved to support this path — I welcome that with gratitude.

Substack (in two languages) — a space for letters from the road. For everyday details. For the quiet moments that often show the way forward.

I don’t know where this road leads yet — but it begins here.
You are already in it.