Art Escaping Boundaries

I've been working on my art fiercely since the separation. It was a way to cope, to feel something that wasn't anger or pain. But then I met Alex at an artist's night out, they're in their mid-thirties too, and we hit it off instantly over our shared passion for pushing boundaries. We started exploring each other not just creatively but intimately as well. It felt like a fusion of my pain and joy into something beautiful together. One evening, after a particularly heated session inspired by an abstract painting I had worked on all day, things escalated to places that were both exhilaratingly new yet oddly comforting. We're talking about it now more openly in our conversations, but there's this unspoken tension still lingering between us, a silent agreement that we've crossed some kind of invisible line. Is there something wrong with being drawn into such intense intimacy by art? Should I be worried about the connection becoming too entangled with my work and personal life? Your thoughts would mean a lot to me right now.