Not long ago, snow was falling to the cold streets of Gothenburg. At this rate, I know that the snow means something when it arrives here. Whenever I feel sad, confused and a bit scared, it snows.
Now, in later times, I feel like I can make a diffrence to a thing I've been dreaming about for 3 years soon. I know I can't be wrong. I know how my feelings are. They are complicated, and the one who knows it the most, is the person who looks at my pictures, and sees right trough them, like she totaly understands. My pictures is a way for me to describe my feelings, emotions, my anger, but most of al... My love.
Pepole often misunderstand the mening of my pictures. I feel that every picture I make is like a poetry. When I need to talk to someone, or get things of my head, I just draw it. Think I'm crazy, a pervert, or just a little bit insane, it's okay. Because you just don't see the deeper meaning of my pictures.
Oops, sorry for this, but I just wanted to have something to write here... Hope you didn't waste too much time on this ^^'''
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