Here I come!

Screaming, jumping and waving from my little swedish island out to you!

How hard can it be to just start? Every artist knows that dreadful moment (minute, hour) when you lift the brush and the blank canvas screams at you. With time, you get better, ignore the screaming, and dive into the canvas. Yeah, that’s pretty much how it is with this blank page – just with a little less practice.

I’m Angelika, or Ann – sometimes one, sometimes the other, both true – and I’ve been living on Öland for 15 years, right at the top of the Swedish island in the Baltic Sea. We moved from the upcoming metropol Berlin to ”den Arsch der Welt” ( it means „in the back of beyond“ but much nicer said ), back then with three of us plus a dog and a rabbit, but now the youngest child has also left. We bought an old farmhouse, renovated it, and opened a café and a kitestore – all within 5 months. We weren’t sure back then if we’d make it, if we could stay, because if you can’t fend for yourself here in Sweden, you’re quickly out. But here we are, still standing, deeply rooted in our farm, and we haven’t regretted a single day. Earlier this year, I closed the store – not because it wasn’t doing well, but because I FINALLY want to do art full-time. Well, maybe not full-time… but 8 months isn’t bad either.

I’ve been painting, drawing, and crafting since I was a child, and somehow never stopped. None of my three children shared my enthusiasm, though I really would have liked to spend my mom-time being creative with them. Instead, I became a lackluster companion for soccer games, horseback riding tournaments, and bike rides. I always knew: once my kids were gone and I fulfilled my duty, it would finally be my turn. And that time is now.

No, I’m not talking about flower still lifes in oil or self-thrown vases. No, I’m not either talking about painting classes at Lake Garda to bring home a stack of landscape watercolors to set up over my sofa. Yes, I know it sounds like it: middle-aged woman finds self-fulfillment in her new hobby after the kids have left the nest. PREJUDICE! I hate prejudices. It’s worst when I discover that I have one myself. That’s how my prejudices series came about:

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