DAYDREAMS

Three years ago my friend Maja and I were sitting at a beach on an island in Thailand, fasting, drinking green-juices and coconuts with straws. We were painting and talking about our dreams. I was dreaming about painting big walls, dreams that felt far away. The next day I found myself on an expressboat to the nearest island hospital. I was totally exhausted. I wanted to step into the new year like a new person, but ended up like this.

I survived the ordeal and came home alive. Upon returning home I got the opportunity to paint my rst indoor wall at Marie Laveau, where my friends and I had a club. It was a relatively small job, but such a cool feeling painting along with other female aritsts in a safe space. I knew inside that this was something I wanted to explore more deeply. I began to see the connection between textile and spraypainting in a whole new way.

I’ve found in my life that one step always leads to another, and hard work often brings results. My dream about one day painting a large wall was now a realistic possibilty. The summer of 2017 I suddenly found myself on an airplane heading for Ajman in the Arabic Emirates. I had been invited to paint a 16 meter high building overlooking the sea. The outdoor temperature was 42 degrees. I was so nervous and scared. I’ll never forget the feeling of being so high up on a wobbly skylift shifting back and forth in the wind while the engiine was overheating. Panic. I was stuck. However, once again I managed. The painting was completed and I’ve never felt so proud and happy before.

I’m a big believer in dreaming, when I dare to visionize in all directions I feel that somewhere it will be recieved. I’ve seen that the possibility of my dreams coming true increases when I write them down and talk about them, even though it at times can feel scary. Even though sometimes I don ́t feel capable or my con dence is shaky. To be good at something requires taking that rst step.