Rickard Hansveden

Even then, I felt the urge to express what I saw inside, to give form to the invisible.

Right next to the house we lived in as children, the forest became our giant playground. Together with my best friend and neighbor, we built huts in all shapes and imaginary worlds – everything from secret bases to dream houses among the trees. We built a soapbox car and transformed an old bike into something entirely our own. It was there, among nails, planks, and pine needles, that my creative drive was truly set free. Anything felt possible, and the line between play and creation barely existed.

Drawing and painting have always been my way of communicating what words can’t quite express. With pens, colors, and shapes, I build worlds – sometimes quiet and reflective, other times vibrant and explosive. It’s through visual expression that I feel most at home.

Over the years, my creativity has found new directions. Today, I create art and posters, as well as artworks that live on through prints on clothing and accessories. There’s something magical about seeing a painting take shape on fabric or a wall – to let the art become part of someone’s everyday life, to be worn, seen, and used. It becomes a kind of extension of myself, my expression, moving out into the world.

Creating isn’t just a hobby or profession for me – it’s a necessity, a way to breathe. Ideas often come unexpectedly: in a color combination I spot on the street, a movement, a feeling that lingers. Every piece, every design I create is part of my inner journey.

This is more than just images – it’s my way of life.