It is not intelligence that makes us human - it is Immagination
At the edge of the forest just where the trees starts to give way to open fields is a little yellow wooden house with a garden. A garden full of crocked old troll trees and fairy rhododendrons so big that a 10 year old can climb it. There is a network of raised wooden paths criss-crossing worn out cobbled stone paths. Each path leads to secret spots where I can hide from the tedious chores of the household.
At the back of that garden there is an old circus wagon. Thats my cave, my Crea-Con-Trailer; my secret passage to a world of wonders. This is where I disappear from the world around me and dive into my dreamlands where anything is possible.
About
When I was 6 og 7 years old my very first art teacher told me that it is not intelligence that makes us human; it is imagination. That sentence stayed with me - and I truly believe it…
My mind have always been balancing somewhere between reality and dreams. It is easy for me to drift off to La-La-Land where I have found my passion in creativity.
Although I never really felt at home on the west coast of Denmark, the roughness of the nature is a constant source of inspiration for me. Combined with the “fairy” forest of my current home the roughness of the west coast provides me with my greatest source of inspiration: nature with a twist.
