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Before I ever held a camera, I made films behind closed eyes — silent stories stitched from light, shadow, memory, identity, transformation and dreams.
I am a photographer and filmmaker drawn to the fragile cracks between reality and dream, surface and soul.
Born by the sea in Gdynia, shaped by the underground art of Łódź, I search for what is raw and unguarded: a glance, a wound, a moment breaking free.
My work doesn’t chase perfection — it listens for the pulse beneath the surface, the truth that flickers and fights to stay alive.
For me, photography is not just a way of seeing. It’s a way of remembering what we lose, and what we carry forward.

TRANSMARINA – A hallucinatory descent into madness and rebirth. Set against the timeless rhythm of the sea, this series traces a woman’s unraveling and awakening — from disorientation to defiance, from fragility to fierce liberation.

SUBTERRANE - a visual ode to underground spirit and outsider identity. Shot in harsh daylight against brutal concrete, each image channels the raw texture of post-punk attitude and DIY rebellion.

WHISPERING IN THE DARK - a visual tale of the unspoken, of inner whispers and the chiaroscuro of emotion.

FLOWER — A visual reverie where beauty and entanglement intertwine. This series explores the tension between softness and strength, blooming identity and emotional overgrowth. Lush, surreal, and intimate—where petals meet pulse.

NOIR DIVA - a stylish drift through shadow and steel.
Part femme fatale, part urban myth—this series blurs the line between fashion editorial and cinematic mystery.

COCOON

Containment, transformation, emergence.
A series exploring tension, resistance, and the quiet force of rebirth.

“He remembered the stars, but the ground held him still.”
A visual echo of descent, memory, and quiet surrender.

"Who watches, and who becomes the watched?"
A moment suspended between voyeurism and vulnerability — where the lens turns inward, and the observer becomes the subject.

Time melted around him, and he became a map of forgotten wishes.

"Where the light does not reach, the truth begins."

She wore her scars like constellations — maps to places she would never return

Allure - caught between gaze and shadow, presence and withdrawal.

In their masks, they sculpted selves from fragments—half truth, half invention, wholly becoming

A Multi-Storey Girl—she didn’t claim power, she towered with it, veiled in velvet menace and secrets she’d never tell.