The Gallery

A lot of things can count as art. A painting, or a sculpture of course, but also a crochet project, or a song, or a meal. Here i will store my art, however you may interpret that. I also have the name of the piece, and some thoughts about it beside.

Kanske går jag ut en sväng

Painted in spring 2025. I remember feeling a desperate longing for summer. The woman in the picture is a human version of an oc named Sam. I really wanted to capture that feeling of how easy everything feels during the summer. The weight on my shoulders dissolving in the cool water. Had lots of fun with the water, especially around her legs, and where it meets land.

Stay Silly!

Painted in summer 2023. The day i painted this i had a really high fever. I was really bored, and really tired. But i wanted to keep myself in good spirits. So i told myself "Stay silly!" and painted this.

D-Vitaminbrist

Painted in winter 2025. Because i live in Finland, the summers are bright and the winters are dark. And in winter it is dark when i wake up. And then i go to school, and do not go outside. When i come home it is dark. In winter i only see the sun on weekends. So i wanted to capture how dreadful it is to wake up to nothingness every day, not being able to tell if it's 7am or 11pm. The figure in the window is me in the summer. I look at myself through the window saying "Don't worry, summer comes eventually"

Come no closer, ghost

A final project in art i did, spring 2025. It's my human design of Hornet from Hollow Knight, posing dramatically with her needle. Not much else to say about it, i'm pretty proud of it.

När ska jag sluta bry mig?

Painted in summer 2025. I was so angry at the world. I was so angry at climate change, and all the wars, the suffering, the feeling of dread that we have to face on a daily basis. There are big problems! And i did not know hoe to handle that. Would anything i did ever be enough? Will our suffering ever end? I have a hard time knwoing when something is too big. When is it morally acceptable to just stop caring? When are the stars too far away, when can i no longer reach them? And how do i become an astronaut? Do i want to be one? Do i want to climb a political ladder and do my best to impact, or do i want to stay on the ground, watching from afar? It's difficult. So i wanted to put that feeling into something tangible.

Feeling Unreal/Star crossed lovers

Knitted in summer 2025. I felt pain over being queer. Not feeling safe enough to come out of the closet. Not feeling safe enough to say my opinions, for the fear of being talked to or looked at differently. Of not being taken seriously. So i made lesbian sex into a top. Or well, how it feels to be in love knowing you can both become the talk of the town in less than a second if you were exposed.