My images will make you daydream for a moment.
Watch out though, not every dream is a pleasant one. Sometimes I’ll bring you a nightmare. One thing is sure if you look at one of my images, you will be moved.
Why should you care?
You might be bored with the daily grind. You might be overwhelmed by your current situation. You don’t really want to escape but just catch a break. Let your heart miss a bit. Relax for a second. Gain perspective and regroup. That’s where my images come in.
I’ll take you by the hand and guide you through the wilderness of my creativity. You will be shocked and scared, perhaps even revolted, by some of the images that I’ll show you. Don’t worry, you are safe. You won’t be able to get my images out of your head though and by tensing your own mental muscles, you will find yourself and your peace again.
I’m an artist and I don’t exactly have a choice. I must create. If I don’t make stuff, I get unpleasant to be around. But that on itself is not enough. I hide stories inside my images. For you to discover. For you to get lost in them. For you to find yourself in them. Not to escape but rather to catch a breath in everyday life.
So that’s why I’m on a mission to create magical, fantasy worlds for others to step into and daydream for a while. Want some? Leave your email here below.
Where can you see my art?
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My personal story
When I was in high school I thought I could become an artist. I was discouraged by people who meant well. So now, I don’t have any fancy diploma hanging above my desk saying that I am an artist. I have a different diploma though saying that I’m good with information technology, but that aside.
In my late thirties, I have learned that one does not become an artist. One is born an artist. Not everyone has the courage to pursue that path professionally and some keep it as a hobby. Nevertheless, if you are an artist you better create the art you want to create or things will get ugly. I do know it now but unfortunately, I had to learn it the hard way.
I have spent a few years not knowing what I wanted. Others called it the thirties crisis but what’s in a name? At some point, life got too much for me. I felt out of sync with myself. I was constantly tired. Everything was… grey. It took me following a course and reading some books to make me realize why all this was happening to me. And only when I have discovered who I was, I could fix things. I’m good at fixing things. This is how my very first body of art came to be. My project 12, is my story of self-discovery and self-healing. It will open your own eyes as well.
Wait, there is more where that came from…
I wouldn’t be myself if I was doing only one thing. So there is more where my images came from…
I love stories and fantasy worlds and it might be no surprise to you that I write fiction. Well, it was a hell of a surprise to me. Sometimes we are the most oblivious to ourselves, I guess. You can read more on that in the introduction to project 12 and on my vslo stories blog.
My third passion is macro photography. I love photographing flowers. No bugs. Not even the beautiful ones like butterflies. They usually do not want to cooperate with me and I’m on too tight of a schedule to work with these little prima donna’s. Flowers, on the other hand, are gracious subjects. And patient to my vision. They can stand still for hours if needed. I can work with that. You can check out my nature photography on @_BeautifulNaturePic.
Is there something else than art?
Sure. Sure. I actually do have a life.
I’m a wife and a mother. This might be relevant to my art.
I also have a day job (those bills are not paying themselves) which is totally irrelevant to my art. Perhaps with an exception that it pays for the camera gear.
All the ways to connect with me
The very best way to connect with me is via Instagram:
@vslophotography for my concept images,
@vslostories for my fiction,
@_beautifulnaturepic for my nature photography
Also if you have some burning questions, just shot me an email