I feel, despite the fact that we were thousands of miles away, at that moment, our worlds touched and became synchronized, all thanks to that little thing called postcard.

But most of the time I would just steal things like cookies, then sit in my car, cramming them into my mouth.

At a Beijing auction in November a painting by Liu Xiaodong, one of the so-called cynical realists, sold for $2.7m, the highest price ever paid for work by a contemporary Chinese artist.