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The First Brushstroke

I was perhaps four or five years old when my mother first put a paintbrush in my hand. We sat together at the kitchen table, a blank sheet of paper in front of us – and suddenly there was this paint. Red. Blue. Yellow. I remember just starting to paint, without thinking. No rules, no plan. Just me and the paper.

That might sound like a completely normal childhood memory. But for me, it was the beginning of something that hasn't stopped to this day.

Drawing is always there

Since then, drawing has been an integral part of my life. Not because I have to – but because I need to. When I don't know how to put something into words, I reach for a pen. When I'm sad, when I'm excited, when something crosses my mind that I can't explain – then I draw.

Art is not a hobby for me. It's a language. My language.

I believe many people think you have to be particularly talented to make art. But I see it differently. You just have to start. And then keep going. Again and again.

When Art and Music Meet

I’m not just an artist – I’m also a drummer. And I’m noticing more and more how closely these two things are connected for me.

When I sit at the drums and play, I feel the same thing as when I draw: I am completely in the moment. Everything else disappears. The rhythm I play and the lines I draw – both come from the same place within me.

Sometimes I listen to music and see images before me. Colors, shapes, movements. And then I sit down and draw exactly that. This is how many of my ideas emerge – not on the computer, but in my head, while I’m making music.