…educator, badminton player, and as of recent a mother, which till now I never understood why people mention it in their bio. Now I know because it’s a full time job that steals all of your free time, and your identity, giving you the whole new one instead.

I was born and raise in a town (Włocławek, Poland) that never became a city, where many dreams died alongside old neglected buildings, where you need a lot of will power to stay positive yet for some reason many never leave. I was even crazy enough to go back here after years of traveling & living somewhat nomad life and open my first atelier. The rest is history…

I am one of those lucky examples of having very supportive Mother who, since I drew my first lettuce in preschool when I was about 6yrs old, decided to sent me for art lessons. Since then I spent every Saturday from 12 to 1.30pm at my drawing lessons alongside 7-10 other kiddos… I know what you think ‘so many years of taking art lessons and she can’t paint real things?!’ I swear to you I can I just choose not to… 

Fast forward, Fine Arts Academy, old school, classical training, professors abusing their power narrow horizons and feeling of being misunderstood etc… 

I had two ‘real’ jobs in my life straight out of Art Academy I worked as a graphic designer, which I thought was my dream. Climbing an artistic ladder, becoming an art director in some ad agency and all of that… I probably dreamt about becoming a BOSS so I don’t need to do this sh*t anymore, not an art director.. so yeah it wasn’t me… The chase wasn’t for me, I didn’t like competing for projects, nor did I like the ‘constructive criticism’ from know-it-all CEO’s. I quit after 2years. 

Few years later same story different city. Boooring…

Doesn’t realty matter what I was doing where I was working or how old I was, one thing was always there:

I was always painting! I was always a painter!