I found my passion. Stumbled for twenty-three years. It's been almost two years now and I can't imagine my life without photography and the chance to create something. Life itself's hard. Many times rough. The grand distraction that comes with this brings me forward.
I guess I've always been fascinated by the classics.
Grew up in a small town in Sweden. The constant feeling that I never belonged anywhere in this world. I left everything and started a new life here in Oslo six years ago. I slowly found myself. Dared to be different. I started to paint. With a great lack of patience I gave up after a short while. I had to do something. "Photography can't be that hard?" I said to myself and bought a camera. There's so many errors you can do and I love them. You laugh it off and learn. Never again. My close friend Karl Anton Björkman's my mentor. His patience with me plus my obsession with Peter Lindberghs true and raw work drags me forward most of the times. I'm thankful. /A