I traveled the world, I loved, I dove deep and I created some of my greatest dreams of all time.

I started last spring at an art residency in the woods, surrounded by a quiet, melting, Earth, coming alive from a long winter’s slumber. I read, rested, wrote. I disconnected from a routine of work and noise and instead, re-connected with my body, my heart, my soul and the Earth.

Soon after, I spent time collaborating with brilliant minds for a body of work which became so dear to our hearts: an expression of unity and feminine power. I spent time healing in Italy with one of my dearest friends. We bathed in the salty sea every day and surrendered to the healing sun. My lover and I then spent a month and a half in his home country of Switzerland. The mountains cradled us as we laughed and understood what it meant to love deeply. We celebrated this love at a wedding in Sweden and danced until our legs went numb. I found myself back in London for the end of the summer. Picking up work again and assuming some sort of responsibility in the financial madness of this world, only to be almost immediately dragged off again to the Andes mountains to make my latest body of work for Vogue, one of the most powerful works of my career. I connected to Pacha Mama and she spoke to me, and then through me.