The new studio was on the third floor of a building in the West Village that had been a printing press in a previous life. The bones of it were good, wide floors and high ceilings and the kind of natural light that did not require supplements. I had walked through it twice before signing and both times I had felt the same click of recognition I felt in the right room for any project.
This was the right room.
The move took three days. Kezia organized it with the system she brought to everything, which meant it happened faster and with less loss than any studio move I had heard about. Marco and Lena carried things. Priya supervised the materials library transfer with the vigilance of someone moving museum pieces. I directed from the doorway of the new space and tried not to lift anything,
