Works

Mammas blommor

When I come home from Italy and can finally put the oils aside, I find my way back to watercolor. There’s something about flowers that always brings me back to myself. I go out into my mother’s garden, pick a few blooms, and place them in water. The colors feel familiar, the scent too.

It becomes a pause from everything that demands too much — a moment where I simply paint what feels safe. My mother has always had flowers in the house, and in a way it feels like I’m painting her, or at least what she has given me. A kind of quiet thank you.

Watercolor-2024

Florence

This painting is a thank you to Florence. I moved here when I was 18, and during my time here I’ve learned so much and grown in ways I didn’t expect. Now, as I’m nearing the end of this chapter and preparing to leave, I wanted to capture how I’ll remember this city.
I’ve painted myself into the piece as a way of holding on to that memory.

Watercolor- 2026

Puk

When I moved to Florence, I was scared. It was the first time I left my home city—my first time living in a new place, in a new country, on my own.
In this painting, I wanted to show how I found safety here. Through friends, and through love, I built something that felt like home. Painting them was my way of honoring how much they meant to me.
It reflects the sense of comfort and belonging I found here—something that, in many ways, became like a family

Watercolor- 2025

Gudö winter

This painting brings me back to my dad.
He was always the one who said, especially when the snow was at its deepest, “Come on, let’s go out.” We would take photos and go for long walks, no matter the weather.
Those walks became our routine—our time together. It’s something I carry very close to my heart, this is the view from one of our many walks.

Watercolor - 2023

GiuntiOdeon

Watercolor - 2025

The lost bracelet

A summer memory
Every summer, my friends would come here to swim. Long days in the water, playing, laughing — the kind of moments that feel endless at the time.
One afternoon, while we were wrestling and moving through the water, I lost my bracelet. We searched for hours, then kept coming back for two days, unwilling to let it go.
When we finally found it, we stood up in the water, shouting and laughing together — a small, simple moment that somehow felt bigger than everything else.
It’s one of those memories that stays.

Watercolor- 2023

Zach

We’ve known each other for years — growing up side by side, more like brothers than anything else. Now we live in different parts of the world, Italy and the U.S., but those years stay with me.
Through paintings like this, I find my way back to those moments.

Watercolor-2026