I use to say that I was born in a garage, of course that's not exactly the truth...
My dad raised me and my sister alone cause our mother had run away. I know now that I missed her all my life. Maybe that's where it all started.

When a person who is suppose to love you – leave you, things happen. I remember being 11 years old thinking and feeling I was a grownup. I worked at my fathers garage and did the grocery shopping, cleaned the house etc... went to school of course… but mostly I read tons of books and dreamed away.
I was a quiet child but a wild teen. I loved the thrill and I was brave! I wanted to be a police officer and my idols were Elvis Presley, Marilyn Monroe and "The Phantomen" in the comic magazine. My dad has saved all the magazines, it's every issue from 1984 until 2001… that's a lot :) My wild imagination, restlessness and creativity was hard to handle before I knew what to do with it, so it was a relief when I found out.

I don’t paint but I do houses.
I set up scenes and I want the picture / the room / the environment to talk to you.
You should feel it, like I feel it when I make it.
I love so many things in life, but the most important for me is to be real.
To me. To my family. To you.