Photographer, Painter, Graphic artist, Tutor & Project developer

Anette Aurora

Born1973, Copenhagen

Contact: aSpaceCreation@gmail.com

A little more details about me, my life and interests... if you like

I was 21 years old when someone for the first time in my life, really looked into me, shaked me up and asked me "What is it you want Anette?".

I wanted to paint. I had come to a hostel in London that was full of wallpaintings 6 floors up. I didnt know before then. I had studied economy and had been working in an ingeniering company since I was 16 years old, because that is how it went. Today I can be happy I went that way. Without really recognizing it, I was one of the first CorelDraw experts, that was the leading graphic program before Photoshop took over and It took me long time to be convinced to change. That is now more than 25 years ago, that I began working with colours on the screen. Before actually....because I was only around 8 or 9 when my dad board the first computer for the house around 1980, an Amstrad with taperecorder, saying very loud noices...ddduuuud dduuuuud diiiit diiit diiit dut, but he also boad the magazines that came out with them, and allready back then I was programming screensavers, not because I enjoyed typing in all those universal codes but because I was so facinated by the colours flowing freely around, making beautyful patterns, forms, swirls, explotions, waves....seems like travel in the universe for me.

My first try to see for myself if I had any natural born skills for this new decition of beeing the real me, was one drawing of Bob Marley. And I surpriced myself. It looked like him. And others could see it too. That was a good sign.

I never stopped draw or paint again and I will not either, before I lieve my soul to fly free. It is such a big part of me that it is not a question of "can I live of it ir not?".

It is a question of choosing to work as a creator. To let go, and talk through, and listen one higher voice. It is the moment of the creation that has my full attention. When one piece is done, I really most of the time can let it go. I am in a new creation..the past has past and only the struggle of surviving with two younger children can make me keep putting attention to the former piece, in case it should pay me some money.

Is not completely true what I just said there, because the most of my paintings I like make into new creations. Creations that instead of the original painting, turns into new graphic manipulated prints. That gives my costumers the possibility to buy my work for a lot cheaper price than the originals and the colours and cuts can be manipulated to fit any house, company or Gallery walls. All prints are numbered and signed.

For 10 years I lived with what I could have in my backpack. London became my homebase, but I spend years travelling & hitch hicking Europe and Australia.

I am highly inspired by the Aboroginal people of Australia. Something happend to me that day that I looked into an aboriginal mans eyes for the first time. He was drunk. Screaming at his wife. It was about 600 km south of Perth, western Australia. There is 300 km between each patroil station, and that goes pretty much all along the way from Perth to Adelaide, around 5-6000 kilometers drive. It is not possible miss a patroil station ofcause, since the tank will be empty shortly after.

I was in shock of what I saw. It was like an old western movie. For real. Without Indians ofcause, just native pure spiritual beeings destroyed in a single century or less. The patroilstations is wooden houses just as you see in the old western movies. And inside and behind the bar is the same old picture/movie caracter. A white man in a cross patched shirt with a leather cowboyhat, all red in the neck, from the sun that he is not suppose to live in.

In the poor toilets, all walls and doors was covered in peoples carvings. All saying very strong not nice words of the native people of this country.

I could not understand it. We were in the middle of fucking no where. Only sand, bushland and the blue wild west coast ocean was here and around. Who. I mean who in the hell would come all the way out to this place, meet the people who is originally from here, and that write those cruel rasistic words everywhere. I did'nt get it. I still dont get it. Must be the lonely redneck who is selling them their death of destruction everyday aswell. Who else?. Just dont get...the point.

Anyway...even very drunk and screaming at his wife, an aboriginal man stepped up close to me. Not to threathen me I think. Well I did'nt feel threathend anyway, but his eyes showed me something. Something that after that meeting, I see again and again...when I meet theese people. What I see is that they know!. They know something we western people completely have forgotten and it is a strong feeling. They didnt let me feel silly or less worth, only made me feel that I have family and they are waiting me for my come back.

I began a lifetime long study of the knowledge and spirituality of these and other native people around the world.

The refusal of inheriting architecture, agriculture, the written language and all the other civilized survival skills we western people believe is the only correct way of beeing an intelligent human specie, is in fact a deeply awareness campaign from them to us. They new how and when we came here and they are here to show us the pureness of our souls and the power of the spiritual connection we all have with the great big universe and all the magic that lies there within!.

In my work as an artist I try to work as a translator for this higher purpose. I dont feel I allways have to know why, how or where it comes from, because it is the free flow, where no words can reach that it is all about.

It is all about frequence and wavelength

That is what we and all is about!.