I grew up partly in a small town in rural Massachusetts; a region of charming farms, forests, and cosy seaside towns, and partly in Österlen Sweden, a region of indescribable magic. Being raised by two adventurous parents, magic was a huge part of my childhood. We hosted pixie parties in our backyard during the summers growing up; all of our friends and family would come to our house and eat magic themed snacks, build pixie houses of twigs and rocks for the fairies to live in, and everyone dressed up in flowy dresses and sparkly wings. As a child it was impossible not to believe in the magic we celebrated. During the warm sunny Swedish summers we walked through moss covered forests, careful not to be too loud and wake the trolls. We biked through the sunny farmlands chased by butterflies, or went swimming at the beach only accessible by walking through miles of purple heather-covered fields. Magic is a state of mind, and I’ve been raised to see it everywhere. I wanted this project to be an ode to my childhood of fairies and magic that my parents created for me.

This body of work follows a story of magic and whimsy. Inspired by fairytales and Nordic folktales, it follows an adventure exploring beautiful untouched nature around the world overflowing with magic. It’s a tale of finding myself, exploring new terrain, and appreciating the hidden magic that patiently awaits me around every corner. 

We begin our adventure together by entering the gate into the green forests of Northern Wales, Southern Sweden, and the countryside of Scotland. This leg of our adventure is characterised by rich greens, beautiful trees, and moss covered forest floors. Soon, we come across a fallen tree on the forest floor, perhaps a reminder that there is a touch of darkness in every fairytale. But despite its lack of colour, there is beauty and magic buzzing in the forest still. Every adventure has its setbacks, but this one does not hold us for too long, for we carry on until the edge of the forest and find our way home to the white cottage on the lake to admire our reflections and keep an eye out for pixies. We then stumble upon the troll’s cottage, and are careful not to wake whoever sleeps inside. Moving further from home, we reach the stone wall which we bravely climb over, and venture into the vast mountains of Snowdonia and the beautiful Isle of Skye, awestruck by the dramatic light shrouding the landscapes. Further still, we cross the black sand beach into beautiful snowy Iceland, passing a group of horses and riders on a quest. We wish them luck and keep moving into the land of frozen waterfalls and infinite horizons. Far from home now, and with a taste of adventure we are not yet ready to resolve, we say goodbye and continue on our own, in control of our own destinies from here on out.

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