I didn't know I was going to be a painter.
The search for my way of creating has carried me through many paths, twists, and turns. Along the way I’ve come to realize that what I truly long for is to tell stories that feel real, honest, and alive.
To share this journey, I’m showing a photo of myself as a child — about eight years old, standing beside an easel in my family home. Looking at it now, it feels almost like a prophecy — a quiet seed planted long before I knew what art would come to mean for me.
Right now, painting is the language that speaks most clearly to me — a language I’m deepening while studying at the oldest Academy of Fine Arts in Poland.
Through the years I wandered across many creative fields — cinematography, graphic design, photography, industrial design, acting. Each of them gifted me something: another way of seeing, of shaping, of feeling. And all of them now live within the way I paint.
Painting, for me, has become not only an act of creating, but a way of gathering these fragments into something whole. A way of telling stories that are truly mine. I hope it helps me deliver the message by the best possible way that art allows.
