I became comfortable with what I knew would be the process of trying to pick up the pieces of brain that were in the rubble and tried to make some mosaic out of the pieces and that that would be the trajectory.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
Every view, and every object I studied attentively, by viewing them again and again on every side, for I was anxious to make a lasting impression of it on my imagination.
I guess I'm just hopelessly fascinated by the realities that you can assemble out of connected fragments.
Then I came in twice a week - for my own enjoyment as well as to be a guide. And then we started to apply some of the splinters of the ideas back into the piece.
As a kid, I sensed history going on all around me, but the basic thrust of it didn't move me.
It was the drawing that led me to architecture, the search for light and astonishing forms.
I'd begun to collect things that were lying in piles on the floor of my studio. I had run out of space, and I started to build shelves. I turned around one day and realized that that was the vehicle for carrying so many of the things that I was looking at and talking about, so they went from the walls to the works.
I was a wild, mischievous kid, and I had tremendous imagination. Any experience I had, I'd try to reenact it.
I remember it was hard to believe that I was taking a step onto the lunar surface.
Once the object has been constructed, I have a tendency to discover in it, transformed and displaced, images, impressions, facts which have deeply moved me.
Right from the beginning, I always strived to capture everything I saw as completely as possible.