First post and a bit about how everything got started

I've always been drawing, ever since I could clutch a pencil. Drawing things, getting the shape and movement of an object right was as easy for me as talking or biking. Drawing was 'ma thang'. After finishing Gymnasiet (High School) I took an endless row of drawing courses and did one year at art school, but couldn't figure out what to do with it. The truth is I wasn't enlightened about what alternatives for an art career that was out there, to me being an artist was kind of too diffuse and hippie-like. So I went to University and studied anything else than art or design: business, programming, IT, e-commerce, marketing, media, history and so on and sort of by coincidence started working in marketing and that's what I did for almost 15 years. During this period I hardly looked at a pen. For the first years my marketing jobs were exciting and totally challenging, but then I started to feel that something was wrong, something was missing (I'm just guessing here, but could it be passion and interest?) But I stayed - it was what I knew and was good at, and it was a safe, comfy, well paid job too. And in some ways easy to do (in SOME ways). But gradually I felt side tracked, on the wrong path. But still I stayed, because what else could I do, I didn't know anything else, right? And the wheel kept turning, faster and faster, and the feeling of wasting my life on the wrong thing kept growing.

The longing for creativity was there lurking all the time during those years and finally started showing it's face, poking my side and being utterly annoying, saying "Hey, remember me old friend? You used to love me, wanna come out and play?" The urge for telling the world something, in any way became so strong that it was now undeniable. But did I start drawing again? Nope. And it would probably be quite interesting to try to analyze why. Instead my outlet became writing fiction. I took evening courses and immediately started feeling how nice it was to create something of my own again. And that little grain of creativity got the snowball rolling. 

For my #*&~* birthday my parents and sister gave me a weekend course on how to be a stand up comedian (laughter in place). They thought it would be fun for me to explore a new creative side (and perhaps nourish my love for being on stage. No truly, I like that). But the thought of trying to make other people laugh, in a planned and rehearsed, scripted way scared the s**t out of me. Luckily at the same time a friend of mine announced on Facebook that she had enrolled in a weekend course about making patterns taught by Swedish designer Lotta Kühlhorn and something about that struck a chord in me. I switched courses and the rest is history.

And the truth is that I've always been fascinated by patterns, the motifs and compositions, how and where they are repeated. As a kid I used to study the wallpapers in our house trying to figure out where the pattern began and ended. And then on all kinds of things I saw around me. But I never realized that there was a person behind it, someone who did this and got paid for it. The pattern course opened up my eyes for so many things and possibilites and a new passion of mine had been born.

 The first pattern I ever made, created during that course. Red and orange lilies and stems, drawn and colored with markers, then copied and assembled to a repeat manually with scissors and tape. I was hooked.

The first pattern I ever made, created during that course. Red and orange lilies and stems, drawn and colored with markers, then copied and assembled to a repeat manually with scissors and tape. I was hooked.