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About

I am Josephine Thornander, a Swedish artist and designer.

Rooted in my upbringing between Sweden and France, and shaped by seven years living in Paris, I returned to Sweden to establish my practice in 2013. Alongside my creative services, my practice moves between art, concepts, objects and spatial design.

My original works explore our innate connection to nature, created primarily in oil and soft pastel on linen. Guided by a deep appreciation for craftsmanship, materiality and history I also curate vintage and antique objects.

Before my first canvas

there was a hidden cupboard.

A summer in France.

And a little girl with oil paints.

A post about the journey from that first painting to pursuing art.

Read the story of my first oil painting ⤵

From a hidden cupboard to my canvas

My first painting wasn’t on canvas but within a hidden cupboard carved into the 400-year-old stone wall that surrounded my grandfather’s courtyard in France.

I was 7, restless with summer boredom, when he handed me all his late wife’s oil paints and told me I could paint whatever I wanted.

This cupboard that was carved into the stone wall served as an oversized mailbox, 10 times the size of any regular mailbox.

I spent days filling that hidden space with a prehistoric landscape of imagined dinosaurs - losing myself in the process, and making the door like a hatch to another world.

Looking back, I realize that was the first time I truly felt the magic of creating something from nothing.

My grandfather kept that painting in his mailbox for another 15 years until he passed, he told me it made him smile every time he got the mail.

And who knows? Maybe the new owners of the house still see it everyday.

Over the years since then, I chose the more acceptable paths. Because living on what you create was framed as a one-in-a-million pipe dream, the familiar story of the struggling artist.

But creativity doesn’t disappear.

It waits.

Until you find it again. Until you’re ready to go all in on that thing that lights you up.

So here I am, having found it again.