Mosca

I remember once overhearing a conversation about illustrators while on the train. At the time I didn’t know what it was exactly or how you became one, but it sounded very interesting. Outside the “Halländska kullarna” were passing by…
Little did I know that just a few month later I would be sitting in a completely different train, in a different country, trying to understand the gibberish coming out of the loudspeakers on my way to Southampton to study illustration (I ended up in Wales more than 4 hours away from Southampton and was reported missing to the police for a few hours, but that is a completely different story…)
Looking back, life in university is a bit like a bubble, you might wonder sometimes how you ended up in there but in the end it is a protected world, quite removed from reality. It is when the bubble bursts that the real “ooops!” begins….


