Anna Bartanova is a woman of many colourful words, naturally spewing from her like breath. Speaking with an unidentifiable European accent, her speech is a mix of various flavours and cultures. She has long black hair that shimmers with hints of grey and piercing aqua marine eyes that occasionally change colour. She lives in a loft apartment with brightly coloured walls and endless nooks which store her many books, albums and miscellaneous items like clay pots and coloured vases. Her space is a sanctuary, providing the backdrop for her worldly stories and showcasing the familiar strangers of her life, who to her, are her only family.

An independent force to be reckoned with, she is more of a storm than a woman, with an unpredictable and unapologetic demeanour. She dresses herself in 70’s-inspired attire that although out of date, is a breath of fresh air in a sea of stuffy business suits. She works odd jobs that change from month to month but are enough to sustain her lifestyle of watching old movies and reading mystery novels. She smokes cigarettes with old fashioned cigarette holders, which she waves when she is excited. She chews on the end as she hunches over, reading tarot cards for those lucky enough to hear about her from others who have met her.

Though she has not traveled the world, she speaks of it as if she has been there hundreds of times. She tells the stories of others, yet never her own, leaving those who meet her with a sense of intrigue and curiosity. Full of chatty energy, many who meet her may think she is an actress, but she does not need a stage to be theatrical. Life to her is simple, but enthralling, and she finds pleasure simple things like meeting strangers, visiting art galleries and watching old movies. She is a colourful spirit who will bring a touch of sun to any drab winter day.
Anna Bartanova is certainly the essence of drama, leaving a path of reactions wherever she goes. Those who meet her will never know her well, but will never forget her.