I am writing you from a little cabin with a view on the New Zealand bush. In the distance, the ocean. It’s early in the morning, I am sitting at my desk with a coffee. It’s so quiet around, you’d think the birds are not awake yet. The sky is grey.

This little cabin is nothing really. It’s my new studio, the little place I carved for myself in this world, my room of my own. It’s my paradise.