I was the oldest of three children of Janusz and Grażyna in communist Poland. (Think of them as the Polish Karen & Kevin. Sounds like a meme? Nope — that was my real life.)

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In my hometown, you were more likely to see an armored vehicle than a family car, and my grandma needed permission from the guard commander just to visit us. Childhood came in shades of concrete and khaki. It was then that I started to notice how colors, shapes, and textures can make or spoil your day.

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I wasn’t the loud kid — more the invisible one, noticing details no one else cared about.

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Years later, Photoshop became both my escape and my voice. What started as curiosity turned into a career: hundreds of projects, clients across the world, and a reputation for images that make people feel something.

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It’s been a long way from grey housing blocks and khaki military uniforms to high-end photo manipulations — but I wouldn’t trade the journey.