Why Blue?

This is a question I get asked quite often.
Why blue? Why water? Why the sky? Why does this color come back so strongly in my paintings?

And honestly, I do not have one short answer to that.

It was not like one day I decided, “from now on, I will paint in blue.” This color had been with me long before I started thinking about it consciously as a part of my art.

I think it is deeply rooted somewhere in my childhood. I have always been a bit of a dreamer, both literally and metaphorically. I could spend a long time looking at the sky, watching the clouds, their shapes, the light, the way they slowly moved and changed. It may seem like such an ordinary view, but for me there was always something magical in it.

In the evenings, the moon had a similar effect on me. I could look at it for ages. With no particular reason. Just stop for a moment and stay in that gaze. In that silence. In something I could not touch, but could deeply feel.

With time, water became a part of it too. The sky reflected in water, light on its surface, a shadow suddenly appearing in a landscape or on the body. This combination has always caused something in me that is difficult to describe. As if it moved some very quiet part of my soul.

And I think this is why blue has never been just a color to me.

A color that has always been with me

Color has always mattered to me. Even before I started thinking about painting more seriously, I paid attention to colors, fabrics, clothes and patterns. Fashion was close to me since childhood. I noticed how colors work together, how they change the mood, the character and the way we perceive a person or a place.

Later, painting appeared. My dad played a very important role in that, patiently teaching me the basics of drawing and painting. Thanks to him, this path became something natural to me.

At some point, these worlds started to connect: color, fashion, image and emotion. And more and more often, I found myself stopping at blue.

Not every kind of blue. More the kind that has depth. The kind that is not only beautiful, but does something to you. It attracts, calms, sometimes creates distance, sometimes gives a feeling of infinity.

Klein Blue

During my bachelor’s degree, Yves Klein and his intense shade of blue, International Klein Blue, became a very important inspiration for me.

For me, it was not just a “pretty color.” This blue had something strong, deep and almost hypnotic in it. It was not delicate or polite. It was saturated, bold and present.

And I think that is exactly what made me stop at it.

I understood then that color can be more than just a background. It can build the whole image by itself. It can become an emotion, a space, an experience. It does not have to represent anything literally in order to affect a person.

I did not want to copy Klein Blue directly. It was more about the fact that this color opened a certain way of thinking for me. It showed me that blue can feel infinite. That you can enter it with your eyes. That it can be like the sky or water, close and at the same time unreachable.

The sky, water, the moon and shadow

When I think of blue, the first thing I see is the sky.

For me, the sky is a space that never ends. It is above us all the time, and yet every day it looks different. Sometimes it is bright and light, sometimes heavy, almost grey. Sometimes it gives a sense of freedom, and sometimes it brings a quiet melancholy.

Water is even more mysterious to me, because under its surface there is always another world. Hidden, silent, not fully discovered. I love diving for that exact moment when I go beneath the surface and suddenly everything changes. Sounds disappear, the body becomes lighter, and a silence appears around me that cannot be compared to anything else.

Underwater, I feel as if I am cut off for a moment from the world I know. I begin to look differently, slower, more carefully. I am fascinated by what exists underneath: the depths, the plants, the movement of light, the mystery of places we do not see at first glance. Maybe this is why water returns so often in my paintings. Because for me it is not just a landscape. It is a space you can truly dive into, not only with your body, but also with your thoughts.

The night sky affects me in a similar way. Space, stars and the moon have always had something magnetic about them. As a child, I could stare at the moon for a very long time, as if it was something very close and at the same time completely unreachable. It still stops me today. There is peace in it, mystery and some strange force that makes a person go quiet for a moment.

The stars remind me of infinity, of how small a part of something much greater we are. And I think these two worlds, the depths of water and the space above us, move me the most. One leads downward, beneath the surface, the other upward, beyond the horizon. And both carry silence, blue, mystery and something that cannot be fully named.

And shadow? Shadow adds something very personal to all of this. It is a trace of presence. Something delicate, sometimes barely visible, but still important. It reminds me that a person can be present even when they are not fully shown.

This combination of the sky, water, the moon and shadow is something incredibly strong for me. There is calm in it, but also longing. There is beauty, but not the obvious kind. There is silence, but not an empty one. Rather the kind of silence that stays inside you for longer.

Blue as my language

Today I feel that blue has become a part of my language.

I do not use it only because it looks good on canvas. I return to it because it allows me to speak about things that are hard to name. About memories, childhood, water, the sky, space, the body, shadow, longing, calmness and that strange state of being somewhere in between.

Between light and darkness.
Between what is visible and what is hidden.
Between reality and memory.
Between what is beneath the surface of water and what is high above us.
Between who I was and who I am now.

This color later appeared very clearly in my diploma series, “Półmroki” and “Tożsamość”, but I will write about them separately in future posts.

Here, I wanted to start from the beginning. From the fact that blue has actually always been with me. In the clouds, in the sky, in the moon, in water, in shadow. In all those moments when I looked at something for a long time and felt that something more was happening inside me than I could put into words.

For some people, blue may simply be the color of the sea or holidays. For others, it may mean calmness, coldness, freedom or loneliness.

For me, it is a space I return to.

The color of silence.
The color of memory.
The color of water and sky.
The color of depth and infinity.
The color that does not end on the surface of the painting.

That is why blue.