I Think Of Myself As

I Pick Up My Pen. It Flows. A Building Appears. There It Is. There Is Nothing More To Say.

When I Was Very Little My Mother Said I Used To Draw In The Air With My Fingers. I Needed A Pencil. Once I Could Hold One, I Have Drawn Every Day Since.

My Architecture Is Easy To Understand. And Enjoy. I Hope It Also Is Hard To Forget.

It Is Not The Right Angle That Attracts Me, Nor The Straight Line, Hard And Inflexible, Created By Man. What Attracts Me Is The Free And Sensual Curve - The Curve That I Find In The Mountains Of My Country, In The Sinuous Course Of Its Rivers, In The Body Of The Beloved Woman.

It Was The Drawing That Led Me To Architecture, The Search For Light And Astonishing Forms.