The story of The Glass Child, Charlotte Eriksson, is one of those you usually see on movies. Only 18 years old she left everything she had and knew, family and friends, and moved to London to dedicate her life to her music and art. A vague dream about reaching out with her music became an everlasting journey about fighting for your right to build a life on your own terms, learning what it means to be an artist and how to make an impact--now with over 35,000 dedicated followers and fans with her on her journey through her monthly newsletter, and her social sites like Twitter and Tumblr.
Forward four years and she has started her own publishing & distribution company Broken Glass Records, released 5 critically acclaimed EPs and 2 full-length albums, had her single "I Will Lead You Home" reaching #2 on the Swedish iTunes-chart, was names Breakthrough Indie Artist Of The Year by Lemonade Magazine, and has been played on major radio such as BBC6 (UK), Sveriges Radio (Sweden) and 3FM (Netherlands). In April 2013 she published her first book "Empty Roads and Broken Bottles; in search for The Great Perhaps", telling the story about her leaving, searching and going after her dream. The book was beautifully received and has been widely praised both by her fanbase and by a new literary crowd of writers and readers. With a growing literary following, Charlotte is slowly becoming a prolific freelance writer, essayist, and poet, with her writings published on sites like Rebelle Society, Germ Magazine and Luna Luna Magazine.
After moving to Berlin to spend a year wandering and learning, she published her second book of travel essays and album journals "Another Vagabond Lost To Love" in April 2015. To finish the year she also published her first book of poetry "You're Doing Just Fine", named after the poem that has been shared half a million times on Tumblr.
"I wanted to turn my life into my art. My very existence into a poem. This is my story: it might not always be easy, but it will always be beautiful."
I'm messy and I'm organized and I'm still trying to piece my own self together. I can't sleep at night because how could I close my eyes when there's a whole world out there, calling my name, waiting to be explored. I love intelligent conversations while laying on empty streets at 5am in the morning, and I love watching the sun rise over a world that is still asleep. I make mistakes and I mess up a lot, but I'm trying to learn how to be okay with that. Some days I couldn't care less about what all of you think about my art because this is my life and all I have. But then there are days when all I want is to be beautiful and good enough and someone to count on. Someone to like and love and believe in. I just really want to mean something to someone.
I believe in the future, for I have seen yesterday and I'm still alive. I laugh a lot and I believe in the beauty in small things, like the coffee in the morning with someone you love, road-trips to nowhere and oceans. I love people who are curious and careless, because I want to be curious and careless and even though I'm mostly guarded, mostly shy, what I really want is to hug every single person I meet and ask them a thousand questions about their definition of a life lived well and if they've ever been in love and how they could go on when that love disappeared, because I am struggling. People fascinate me because I can't seem to understand them, and they rarely understand me. The way they can live and breathe and simply be, when I can't even look myself in the mirror without questioning every line, every expression and people's perception. I remember every single word from conversations and I have a whole box of unsent letters to myself and every person I've ever met.
When I was 18 I moved all on my own from my home in Sweden to London to become the person I wanted to be, and create a life that made me excited to wake up in the morning. After a year in solitude with my mind and my music, I packed light and spent a year homeless on the road, dedicating my life to my art and music, determined to tell the world about it. I went everywhere and nowhere. Spent nights on the concrete, had beautiful conversations with strangers and walked foreign streets every day. I learned how to build my home in my music and my art. When I sing or write, I'm not scared anymore. I just want to mean something to someone because every person I meet means the world to me and I just wish to belong. I just wish to be me and be loved for that. I believe that if you want something bad enough, you can always find a way to get it. I love challenges because I'm here to prove myself and other people wrong. I still don't know where I'm going, but I'm on my way, and I'm giving my life to this journey. My life is this journey. I wanted to turn my life into art, my very existence into a poem. It might not always be easy, but it will always be beautiful.