In the Mist of Creation: A Love Story in Paint

I often get asked why I’m single. The answer is simple, though not always easily understood: I’m in a relationship—with my art, my space, and the unfolding poetry of my everyday existence.

Right now, I’m living in what feels like a living, breathing museum. It’s not just a home; it’s a sanctuary, a performance space, an evolving installation of life itself. The walls are lined with works in progress, echoes of inspiration, and traces of moments that have passed through me like light through stained glass. Every object here has its role, every corner its energy. I don’t just live here—I contemplate here. I create here. I am here, fully.

There’s a rhythm to this way of living that I can’t imagine compromising. My mornings begin not with conversation, but with color. My evenings are filled not with plans, but with presence. Being alone isn’t lonely when your spirit is entangled in such a rich, intimate dance with your own creation.

To live with another person would be, in this season of life, to invite another energy into a space already vibrating with intention. I don’t want to dim or dilute that. Right now, I don’t crave partnership. I crave presence. I crave the next brushstroke. I crave silence broken only by the sound of my soul whispering its next idea.

My life is a performance—not one for the crowd, but a deeply private ritual of becoming. This relationship I have with my art and my life is passionate, demanding, and deeply fulfilling. I give it everything, and in return, it gives me myself.

So no, I’m not single. I’m devoted—to the life I’m creating, to the art I’m living, and to the version of me that only blooms in sacred solitude.

And truly, I’ve never felt more loved.

Dr Anna Biela

Wrocław, 23.05.2025, 3:20 pm