I started painting with leaves; I learned to really feel the paint, whilst being hit on by the naked model. I had the terrible teachers who tried to pull you down because that was their only way to feel validated in our bureaucratic institution called the Art Academy, where once they walked around as inspired students. I met all the Art-students, and got a bit disappointed. I studied Medicine in a very conservative environment, so I hoped I would find free-minded floating spirits, but most students were worried that they didnīt have inspiring ideas, or that another student would have a better idea, and reasoned all that away by using marijuana or other drugs.
I have to say that the Art Academy wasnīt as exciting as I thought it would be, but it gave me the chance and time to develop as a beginning artist.
In my third year I realized that although I loved Photography, I felt that I couldnīt be entirely happy with only my own artistic thoughts on my mind. I also needed to use my brains in a different way, I missed Medicine. I missed learning about the human body, about humankind. I missed talking with patients and trying to find out why they were ill. So I started my Medicine studies again, but with the difference that now I choose it for myself, and not for my father. I finished my bachelors of Medicine and Photography at the same time.