This is a meaningful moment — the celebration of my birthday and a pause to reflect on my life, my body, and the experience I carry into the future.
On days like this, I think not only about the passing of time, but about what it means to exist physically and emotionally in this world, and how that existence can one day become part of a larger conversation — for future generations, for art, for memory.
A few years ago, I began my journey as an art collector. For me, collecting is not about decoration or status — it’s about supporting artistic voices, becoming a thread in the fabric of art history, curating a personal visual narrative that reflects my taste, intuition, and evolving ideas.
To collect, for me, has become much more than finding a painting to hang above a sofa. It is an intellectual pursuit, a form of storytelling, a treasure hunt, a quiet obsession — and a deeply satisfying creative challenge. Each work I choose is a dialogue, a commitment, a moment of recognition.
In this photo, I am standing beside the sculptural composition “Sticky Pink” by Michał Jackowski, an extraordinary artist and prizewinner of the Florence Biennale. His work speaks to me of fragility, presence, and the strange tenderness of modern beauty.
June 18, 2018 — a day I marked not only by age, but by aesthetic alignment and gratitude.
MARIA MIR 