“Boys make me sad sometimes so I paint about it” – painter Wojciech Wos likes to describe his work as love-orientated. The polish artist told us about the magic of the last brushstrokes, moving to Berlin in the middle of a pandemic and how not to lose our ability to share our warmth as we get older and more experienced.

How are you? What was the last thing you did before you sat down to answer these questions?

I am very good. Feeling pretty energised this morning. I wish I could say I did something very impressive but I unpacked my groceries and took a smoothie out of the fridge to sip on it while answering these questions. Am I a rockstar yet?

Before we talk about your work, let’s have a quick look at you. When and how did you discover you love for painting? Or differently, when did you start to find and create your own style? Do you remember your first paintings?

I started very young. Around age 4/5? My dad used to paint and I made him recreate illustrations from my favourite books. Watching the whole process was very intriguing to me so eventually I tried to do it myself.

“Style” is always inside of you. It’s a selection of our favorite “ingredients” put all together. I just needed to discover those ingredients by practicing and experimenting.

How is the current situation affecting you? What has changed? And how does it change or influence your work? How and where do you work at the moment?

I moved to Berlin during the whole pandemic. I cannot experience the city the way I would like to but I am trying to stay very positive. I definitely have more time to create and interact with people that appreciate my work so it is not as bad. I am still working from my bedroom to save some money for studio space – hopefully spring/summer this year.

We all love inspiration. And we all could use a little splash of it right now. Where do you get your ideas? And in what ways does your creative process have an effect on your daily life? 

I usually get my ideas from my own daily experiences. Human interaction can be very stimulating. I like to observe and sometimes I feel like I have some sort of super instinct looking at people and their behaviours. Also boys make me sad sometimes so I paint about it.

Sometimes I daydream while thinking about stuff I want to paint so people think I am rude and I don’t listen.

What is the perfect picture for you? And what ingredients does it need?

Imperfections are cool. I work on my painting until I am pretty satisfied with the visual side and it says what it meant to say. They are never perfect. I see all the imperfections immediately after I finish the painting but I never want to change it. Any extra brushstroke could change the character of the painting.

Container Love’s mission is to highlight the beauty in diversity, to change views on love and to encourage and inspire more body positivity. Do your pictures have a message that fits into the Container Love universe?

I think my work is pretty love-orientated. Anyone could relate to it as I touch on problems that are very human/everyday but presented in my own way to make it more interesting and eye-pleasing.

For us love is diversity — of sexualities, colors, genders, something that smashes the container. So what is love for you? 

I’m a big fan of warmth and love feels like warmth to me. I like to share my warmth and I never want to lose it with age and experience.

Ok, we have a very personal question for you. Tell us your first love story. In 10 words.

I loved him but he picked her. I punched him.
(That was so fun haha)

What would you really like to do? Right now? Instead of answering these little questions…

I’d love to fly to an island where Tom Nook is waiting for me to pay off his mortgage and yes, I am talking about playing Animal Crossing. If you are asking about something more ambitious, I would say go to Bark Berlin to see Dennis Rudolph’s work.

Famous last words?

You study, you learn, but you guard the original naivete. It has to be within you, as desire for drink is within the drunkard or love is within the lover. – Henri Matisse