Evo is fascinated by people’s layered textures. They (They/them: They are unfortunately not a part of any royal family, just non-binary) have themself been through three name changes and endless phases. Teeny Ida with the glasses, Jonas with the self-proclaimed tiktak-hair, skaterboi with a flaming red sidecut, hyperfemme on growth hormones, angsty teenager caught in own skin, draped in black babyqueer with a mullet and they could go on. This has lead to tenderness for contradictory, multidimensional characters; people who are alienated from their own body, gender or social circles. Evo has been told that they have a sharp eye for physicality and that their warmth for their characters truly shines through. In addition to Super16, they study Psychology at the University of Copenhagen in their pursuit of an understanding the complexities of body and mind.

Besides the brutal reality of being trapped in a body of flesh and blood, they love gentle storytelling where small objects become centrepieces. Everyone has objects that mean something to them. Evo collects objects. Even other’s. They used to collect bottle caps, the cardboard inside toilet rolls and crab claws (Evo’s mother has made many wise decisions; one of them was throwing the reeking collection of animal skeletons out). Now they hoard invisible things that matter to their characters. For even in stories that surpass realism, small and intimate objects are of the utmost importance. Evo dreams of other worlds and they often find their writing in the crossfire between reality and unreality. Though their head isn’t only in the clouds. Their writing always has an earthbound undercurrent as the heart of it all.

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