And you are?

Amanda. An artist. Slightly delusional. 

I haven´t got any fancy accolades to woo you with, or diplomas or fine art degrees or formal training. On paper, I have a shitty grade from a high school visual arts class. That´s it.

In life, however, I have about 20 years of not knowing what I would do with my hands if I´m not holding a pen.

Apparently I was a pretty easy kid. Stick me down with crayons and paper and I´d entertain myself for hours. I´m pretty much the same today. Painting, drawing, or writing has never been a hobby or a nice spare time activity. It´s just what I do. I don´t honestly know if I would know how to be without it. It´s how I see the world, it´s how I cope, escape, figure things out. How I think, more or less.

Around summer 2021, I started toying with the idea of combining writing and painting. I´d always felt slightly torn between the two, never able to choose one medium. I´d also been stuck in ruts of starting paintings and never finishing them. Combining the two felt exciting and so much like me I haven´t stopped since. The craftsmanship of painting has always been my first love, but the stories make me stay. Give me a why.

I call this ongoing project of painting and poems By that which we call a rose. After feeling like I had to prepare this perfect, finished, polished thing out of sheer fear of sharing my work, I decided I needed to get over myself. Call myself an artist. Put something out there. Do it scared.

Welcome to my view of the world.