It was like there was a pile of kindling that was in the back of my imagination just waiting there. Once I lit it, it just flared up and I kept getting ideas and ideas.
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I get ideas from everywhere: movies, books, movies, nature - it comes into my brain, it sits there for a while, and it starts coming back out.
I miss that thing I used to do when I first started out where I would just spontaneously generate ideas and try things and see where they'd go.
I did have strange ideas during certain periods of time.
I was a wild, mischievous kid, and I had tremendous imagination. Any experience I had, I'd try to reenact it.
When I was thirteen, I was in a supermarket with my mother, and for no reason at all, I picked up a science-fiction book at the checkout stand and started reading it. I couldn't believe I was doing that, actually reading a book. And, man, it opened up a whole new thing. Reading became the sparkplug of my imagination.
It was the drawing that led me to architecture, the search for light and astonishing forms.
There was always that kind of imagination in our house, which was always a little crazy.
I reached for sleep and drew it round me like a blanket muffling pain and thought together in the merciful dark.
I was brought up in a very open, rural countryside in the middle of nowhere. There were no cell phones. If your lights went out, you were lit by candlelight for a good four days before they can get to you. And so, my imagination was crazy.
Then I decided to draw from and on my own imagination, and everything came out perfect.