Ascending
The Calling
Faith
Serenity
This work did not begin as a plan. It began as a calling I did not fully understand, but felt asked to follow.
My walk with God has always been personal. I was not raised in a strict church home, and faith was never forced on me. When I chose to be baptized at fourteen, it was my decision. It was the beginning of something that would quietly grow over time.
There were moments in my life that strengthened that faith in ways I cannot explain.
As a young woman, I would sit in the center of an old church in my hometown in Denmark, kneel, and feel something I could not deny — a presence that felt alive and undeniable. I once invited my brother, who did not speak much about God, to sit in that same place. When he came out, he said very little. Years later, before he passed, he told me, “I don’t know what to call it, but I know it exists.” I told him, “You call it God.”
When the Angel project began, it did not come from ambition. It came from obedience.
I felt led to create images that reflected God’s creation — through angels, through light, through nature — as a way to draw hearts back toward Him.
Obedience has not been easy.
There were seasons of financial hardship. There were moments of doubt. There were times I believed I would have to walk away. And yet, just as I reached that point, doors would open — often in ways I could not have orchestrated myself.
Over time, the work found its way into places I never could have imagined, including the Vatican, Pentagon And Camp Pendleton. Those moments were not achievements to me, but confirmations — reminders that the work was never mine alone, and that I was simply being asked to continue.
And then I became very sick.
During that time, I wrestled deeply with God. I questioned, I struggled, I read Scripture in ways I never had before. The Book of Job spoke to me in a way I could not ignore. I saw in that story the loss, the judgment of others, the suffering — and the faithfulness that endured.
Many times I have wanted to step away from this project. But every time, I have felt the Holy Spirit gently ask me to trust a little longer.
So I stayed.
I do not claim perfection. I am human. I have struggled. I have doubted. But I have never been able to deny the divine hand on this work.
These images are not mine alone.
They were created through obedience. They have been sustained through faith. And they continue because I believe they are meant to bring light, compassion, and love into a world that deeply needs it.