I never consciously developed an illustration style. It’s something that has always been there. As a teenager, I drew constantly in notebooks during school breaks — small scenes, people sitting by windows, trees after rain, the corner of a room. At the time I didn’t think of it as vintage or nostalgic. I was simply drawing what felt familiar. Looking back, I can see how much of that instinct came from the things around me. Old Danish books on our shelves. The restrained line
