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.

This is what i do.
🌀 Dream Work & Jung’s Language of the Soul
I’m placing this one first because dreams usually knock first, before anything else dares to rise.
I work with dreams. To listen. to subconscious, To witness what arrives when the mind steps aside and the symbol starts entering. When you understand a dream through Jung’s lens, it’s not about explanation — it’s about transformation. Something rearranges. Something becomes visible that was waiting in the dark. There’s a reason the dream came when it did. I walk with it. And I walk with you — into what it’s trying to become.
→ [Work with Dreams]

🖋 Artist Journal
I post what breathes. Not what’s ready. The mess, the color, the trance. My daily devotion to staying in the body. In the work. In the now. This is where my rhythm speaks.
→ [See the Journal]

🕊 Face Healing Journey
I’m healing a wound on my face — and something deeper I don’t have a name for. Maybe identity collapse. Maybe soul shedding. I share it not after it’s done — but in the middle. This is not a metaphor. This is my skin.
→ [Explore the Journey]

🌍 Earth Healing & Listening
I sit with land. Sometimes I understand what it’s asking. Sometimes I don’t. But I always listen. Breath. Soil. Silence. Moonlight. I follow what moves even when I don’t understand it. You’re welcome to sit beside me.
→ [Earth Rituals]

🜂 30-Day Processes
I paint and write every day. Sometimes for clarity. Sometimes for survival. I share it not to teach — but because this is how I stay alive. You’re welcome inside. If you come, come as you are — not to improve, but to remember.
→ [Enter a Process]

🛕 Bali Temple Portals
I didn’t go for a long time. And then one day, I did. With a local friend. And something cracked open. Each time we cross the threshold, the unseen speaks louder. I don’t document it. I don’t explain it. I let it happen.
→ [See Temple Threads]

🎞 Image, Animation, Breath
I make images from my dreams. Sometimes they move. Sometimes they breathe me. I don’t know what to call it yet — it’s still becoming. One day I’ll teach it. But not now.
→ [View Dream Image Work]

🖼 Online Art Gallery
Some pieces want to leave. Some want to stay. I let them decide. This is not a shop. This is a mirror. If something in the image speaks to something in you — follow that.
→ [See the Gallery]

📖 The Book (or Podcast)
There’s a voice writing me. Sometimes it sounds like a book. Sometimes like fire. Sometimes like a memory that hasn’t happened yet. It lives already on Substack, in fragments. I don’t rush it. I don’t name it. I follow it.
→ [Read on Substack]

🌊 Travel With Me
Lombok. Gili. India soon. The sea holds me. The dawn sings. My feet remember things my mind forgot. I walk for my face. I walk for the soul that still wants to live. If you want to be part of that journey — you already are. If you want to support it — thank you.
→ [Join the Journey]

🏡 The Joglo
A house in Bali. A temple of frogs and incense and breath. People come. Animals come. I grieve here. I paint here. I stay here. For now — this is where the fire lives.
→ [About the Space]

✦ Work With Me
I don’t guide people through systems. I guide them through the cracks. Through the resistance. The fire. The moment just before the leap. If it’s for you — you’ll know. If it’s not — it won’t land. Not everything is loud. Some things — invitation only.
→ [Book a Session]


✦ 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.