My Buildings Are All On

For Me, Every Day Is A New Thing. I Approach Each Project With A New Insecurity, Almost Like The First Project I Ever Did. And I Get The Sweats. I Go In And Start Working, I'm Not Sure Where I'm Going. If I Knew Where I Was Going I Wouldn't Do It.

Everybody's An Artist. Unfortunately We Don't Treat Them As Such.

My Father Was An Urchin That Lived In Hell's Kitchen. He Was Part Of A Family Of Nine. I Mean, There Were Times That Were Better And Worse, But Mostly, By The Time We Got To L.a., They'd Lost Whatever They Had. And It Was A Sad Time. And Both He And I Became Truck Drivers For Different Companies.

I Attended A Lecture By A Gray-haired Old Man From Finland, Who Later I Discovered Was The Architect Alvar Aalto. I Was Very Moved. I Wasn't Interested In Architecture, But It Was A Moving Thing I've Never Forgotten.

You Can Look Anywhere And Find Inspiration.