I have always been aware of a kernel inside me, which is completely private. Something I cannot name: a place of strangeness. In my work I often hinted at that inner mystery, which became visible as a fading dream. Then in February 2019 I stayed in one of the cottages at Wharapuke Subtropical Gardens in New Zealand. I walked for hours through the thick foliage and felt as if I was slinking towards a metaphorical interior. Thus a new series of mezzotints began, exploring a way towards that place of strangeness. Covid added another dimension: the journey to the light.